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The Man is Gone

Dad’s presence was felt, his impact impossible to miss. I don’t think he was looking down from heaven at us, because I am hoping he had better things to do, like lose himself in his mother’s waiting arms, or to look his Dad in the eye and hear the words, “Well done son”. Maybe he was off creating comedy from nothing with his twin sister June. Perhaps he was walking the streets of gold and getting to know his brother Roger, who passed away as a baby, before any of the other siblings.

Dad

See, me, and my generation, we hope to be measured one day in the same breath as the great people of the generation before us. In that generation the simplicity of life lived was the stunning portrayal choreographed by the depth found in the intricacies of magnificent minds with the perceived time to approach extraordinary. I am just a man, my Dad was a great man, a great man of God. His new place in heaven ensures what should always be, that I’ll look up to him. I do, and I will.

The Standard is Falling, but He Answered His Calling

I know I’m not the first, nor the last, to have a parent in a nursing home. Still, it’s a first for me. Dad is in a nursing home. Since the surgical procedure to insert… The Standard is Falling, but He Answered His Calling

There Is Love In Those Eyes

In short, my Dad is in a nursing home. There’s a litany of health reasons why he is where he is. I share this because it has been tearing me up. Tears stream down my… There Is Love In Those Eyes

I Saw You, My Joy

I wasn’t sure she was out there, I wondered whatever I would do. Then into the room, I peered, my heart jumped, for there, I saw you.   Years from then, it’s all mine, this… I Saw You, My Joy

Someday, From This Debt, I Hope I’m Never Free

What was once just down the hall, now requires a plan, accounting for all. The sweet, trusted security only separated by a flight of stairs, is somewhere in the past, or at least not so easily found, or fast. The supported now strain to support, and one longs for it all, again to be the other way around.

This Man I Know

This man wanders some would say but he’d argue there’s cause-
Misunderstood at times because he wishes for a time that was.

I heard him once, calling up from some lonesome ole riverbed-
Why won’t someone come rescue me, so I can rest my weary head.

I’d bring it up to him but he’d reason there’s no need-
Another somewhere in anguish would deserve to be freed.

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