Thoughts of My Dad

I hope everyone is enjoying the change in the weather. I was delighted to see our turtle, Squirtle, and bullfrog, Stump VIII, reemerge and be enjoying the pond.  And, the spring flowers are all blooming so my yard is full of daffodils, irises, freesia and tulips.

I would not be truthful if I did not share that my thoughts today are on my father.  In fact, it has been rough getting him out of my thoughts each and every day.  Because he is on my mind, I thought I would share two things with you all today.  The first, a poem he wrote entitled WIT and the second a photo collage. 

WIT by H. Larry Rea

I only hope when I’ve lost all and memories can’t be recalled

When flesh falls loose and ears grow hair and the top of head goes bald

When eyes see only distant blurs and you are so senile you can spit

I dearly want, Oh please don’t take away my Irish wit.

When tensions grip is loosed by white and yellow pills

White pleated cups filled with amber dew chase away all ills

When drippy tubes intravene and hypo’s come in kits

Let me laugh, yes roar out loud.  Oh please leave me my wit.

When diapers drape my bony hide and my tee shirt looks like a gown

When shirt arm holes disappear and me shorts are upside down

When eyebrows leap from my brow like weeks with no attend

Allow me to laugh at the irony that my legs won’t bend.

Let me cackle at toes that I couldn’t touch with a shepherd’s cane

And hair that holds it curl no more, but hangs like Shetland mane

Let me laugh and see the funny side of growing old and feeble

One last time, for Auld Lang Syne, I’ll joke for all the people.

And, when the final day had come and they carry me away

To some small church by Oceanside with a name like Depoe Bay

And when the last eulogy cries out that my like was too short

Let them hear from faraway one last, long, cackling retort.

 

With his memorial on March 13, we have been going through albums and I found the following photos of him that I just love.  

Top Row:  Dad’s Promotion, Dad and Mom in 1969, Dad and Mom in 2019

Middle Row:  Me and my Dad

Bottom Row:  Dad and Mom at Brandon’s Swim meet (where he broke the district record), with Devon at his graduation, with Justin as his graduation.

I am truly appreciative to each of you for covering during my bereavement and for sending me such lovely thoughts and funny memes. 

Happy Thursday all,

srt