Today I happened to run into a former student of my father's. There, as the afternoon sun fell on us as we stood by the ATM card machine at Wells Fargo he recalled my dad and his love of poetry and how he quoted poems.....Yes, he remembered him as his teacher long ago.., as did his wife.
It was a lively and solemn moment for me...as I turn to honor Dad and his wide, brilliant life as a lover of words, books, poems, wisecracks, and jokes. I am grateful to Peter for remembering.
I see the tide of old age coming in and with it the painful onset of dementia...and the attendant loss of memory as to the present moment.... So we swim against the tide my father and I, even though it's pull is so strong.....and we go out into the deep waters . There we dive deep retrieving memories, and poems....all the good things.....
Back on shore we see memory slowly being erased...I hold onto the goodness, the abundance in my hands....
thank you Peter...for remembering as well.
It is five weeks since my dad rolled his car. Every moment I see him is a blessing, every conversation is a gift.
read all about him as I hold onto, celebrate and enter the abundance of his inner life:
jamescwhite.blogspot.com
shalom Anita
