Missing Dad
I'm here in the yard, at the house I grew up in. I mowed the lawn as I usually do. But I'm missing my Dad. He'd be sitting right here, outside in the warm air. We'd be talking about this, or that, or even silently enjoying that which God created. Sharing a mutual respect for the simple things that make life grand. Seven weeks ago today, God took him home. I'm home, and I miss him. I mowed the Continue Reading...
A Month and the Sox
April 14, 2016 - My Dad was taken home by his Lord and Saviour. There are bunches of my words and stories that you can read if you so wish, regarding my Dad's death found in the following links. Dad. The Man is Gone. A Dad and This Boy. I miss him. May 14, 2016 - We took the twins and their older brothers to Fenway Park to see the Red Sox play. It is the 6-year-old twins' first Continue Reading...
A Dad and This Boy
April 28, 2016: A Dad And This Boy - A poem for my Dad and I. I thought that I was doing pretty well, then came along, this day Two weeks ago today, Dad you were called home, out of the fray Dad, I sat down at my laptop to start writing these thoughts I kept An alert blinked, so I clicked, a picture of us opened up, I wept I have said, I was blessed to do Continue Reading...
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 a shunt back in December, Dad has been home for just a fraction of time. There are a litany of health reasons why he is where he is. I share this because it has been tearing me up. Seeing him as he is has been tough. I want to Continue Reading...
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 face night after night. Why? Because it's my Dad. It's him sitting there. It's the guy I couldn't stand to be away from as a boy. Maybe I could walk, but still he'd carry me, because I was his boy, and there was love that parents Continue Reading...