After The Funeral

After The Funeral

It’s truly a shame that only my family attended my father’s funeral. Willy Loman was a good man and deserved more. He deserved a more honorable home going. I think that his funeral was a mockery. That place should have been jam packed. He never wronged anyone. He never really helped anyone, but he never wrong anyone. There were many times I attended people’s funeral who I couldn’t stand. I was honored to be at those people’s funerals. I can remembering wishing them dead for so long, I had to go to their funeral just to make sure.
My brother Biff should also be ashamed of himself. At the funeral he showed no emotion. I even caught him looking at his watch a few times. I could tell he truly didn’t want to be there. Biff and my father had a real tough relationship. But at the end of the day, he was still our father. I mean, there were times when I got pissed off at pops. For starters, he named me Happy. What was him and mom smoking? I got teased faithfully growing up. The kids in school never called me Happy, they called me Gay. I remember crying to my teacher and telling him that the students were calling me Gay. I expected Mr. Anderson to punish the kids who called me that, but instead he says to me, "Well gay does mean happy", and then laughs hysterically. I should hate my father for that, but I don’t. I’ve gotten over it.
But the strained relationship between my father and Biff was first caused by one single incident. After years of being in the dark, Biff finally told me that pops was having an affair with another woman. Biff was so upset and disappointed with pops, that his life completely changed. He no longer had the aspirations to go to college and pursue a career in baseball. All the advice that my father gave him over the years, he emptied them out of his head. Of course I took the news a little different. There’s comes a time in a man’s life when he has to do what he has to do. If you’re not getting the satisfaction that you want at home, I don’t feel there’s a problem with going elsewhere to get it. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mother with all my heart, but if she was handling her business, pops wouldn’t have had to sit down his starter and put in his reliever.
I know just what my father was feeling. I get those urges as well. Biff should’ve understood what my father was going through. But he was never popular with the ladies like I was and still is. So in a way it wasn’t surprising that he got so mad at pops. But the beef I have with Biff is, that happened so many years ago. Just get over it. I’m sure moms knew about pops other women. She didn’t hold any grudges. She understood that pops love her, but he lusted for other women from time to time. She was always there for him just like a wife is supposed to be for her husband.
Biff doesn’t understand that. He could be real close-minded and stuck in his ways. After all that, he had the audacity to ask me to go away with him. The nerve of this fool. I ain’t going nowhere. Brooklyn has been my home since I was born and it will always be. I’m going to stay here and continue my father’s legacy. The salesman didn’t die. The salesman lives in me, as well as the unfaithful husband.