My dad is a beautiful man, of heart, of courage, of gratefulness for every simple and meaningful delight in life and of sustenance, and more. He has shown a supernatural strength when protecting his family. He is full of love and is just as strong and stubborn inside as outside. He is amazing and I love him, I love him “a whole big pile.”
He’d declare that “my (his) pile (of love) is bigger than your (my) pile.” To which I cave. Maybe I love him more and “the mostest” but, I’ll just let him win this round, because just maybe he is correct (but perhaps not).
Things are not well. Dad/ Murph’s Grandpa has been on hospice since early May. Aside from maybe 7 (ish) hours a week, I am the sole caretaker. My sweet mother died in a nursing home 5 years ago 6-22-17. She had too many health issues and amputations. I could not do for her what I have for Dad.
He will die here in our home. I have done my best, but now it seems I could have done better. Today is also his birthday. It lands upon Father’s day every 4 yrs.
I am not a fan of silly, human-made days. Regardless, Happy Day to the fathers. To those who have lost their fathers, some things will never seem right or just, and we wish you very well. And, to those who have wonderful fathers, know that time is not enough. We all have lives to live, but use it wisely. Do not regret not enjoying, loving, and simply relaxing with them, if at all possible.
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“Give me Lizardry or give me Death!” Dawn Renée