Yesterday was Dad’s 92nd birthday, and we celebrated as we have for the last few years, although this time heartbroken by my deceased brother’s absence.  Mom and I are still trying to cope with that loss every day, though we rarely talk about it beyond a brief mention. His wife stopped by for some cake…
Monthly Archives: January 2010
Don’t leave me
After getting Dad into his recliner for an afternoon nap (usually about 3 hrs.), I got on my knees and gave him a big hug. “I love you , Dad.” “I love you, too.” I could tell he was anxious. With apparent dismay, he seemed to be trying to say “I can never do that…
Bedtime angel
Incredibly, every night for the last several months, after my mother and I have gotten Dad into bed, Mom sits by him, her arm over the cold metal rail, holding his hand until he goes to sleep. Most nights she softly sings to him, not in words, but with a beautiful calm melody. When he…
Brief history
My father’s illness began to take hold of him about eight years ago, so much of what I will write about here happened some time ago. When time is relevant, I will usually give some indication in the post. But a large part will be current, reported more or less on the day or within…