Choosing the road less traveled; now where the hell am I?!
My Father's SonI am my father's sonLoving openlyWith displays of affectionBringing a voice to the causeDesirous of healing all woundsYet playfulAnd curiousAnd filled with a million wordsI am my father's sonCopyright SGW 2006
This is a touching poem. Has he read it?I am my father's daughter. We nearly lost him to a hit and run accident in 1984, but he survived, although his personality changed. In the last 10 years he has developed Parkinson's Disease and severe memory loss as a result of the accident which left him with a brain injury. He has changed once again. I don't see much of the "daddy" that I once knew, but I still love him.Kat
Sorry to hear your dad has been so impacted by the accident. Be grateful that he remains with you, though, and succor each ounce of him you can in his good moments. To answer your question, no, but yes, regarding my dad reading this poem. No, because he died suddenly at his office desk in 1992. Yes, because I think he looks down and sees.
It is a comfort to believe that our loved ones are there looking out for us, guiding our steps, waiting to see us again.Have you read C.S. Lewis? His book "The Great Divorce" gives one great hope of this.Kat
Well, given my last 18 months, I am not so sure I am getting much assistance. I think he is more watching to see how I wiggle through things, but I can cope with his just observing I suppose AND waiting for me so we can talk more. Not familiar with the book.
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