Why does your voice still ring in my ears, sometimes?

Why does your voice still ring in my ears, sometimes?

I've learned how to grill.

You turn the thing in the

back of the grill on; propane

is it that the thing holds?

Then you turn the three

knobs in the front of the grill

on. You shoot for 350 degrees

before you lay your non-PETA

approved meat on the metal.

You turn your food once or twice,

and soon you have it; grilled

chicken, hot dogs, steak, hamburgers,

shrimp; whatever your little heart

and stomach desires.

I was always scared of grilling;

I didn't think that I could do it.

It's probably my father's fault;

he always said that I didn't measure up.

Well, Fuck You Dad, I grilled some

killer chicken thighs, tonight, and

some really tasty hot dogs. Too bad

you weren't here to have one. Too

bad you passed away about two

decades ago.

Why does your voice still ring

in my ears, sometimes?