I was 3 when my grandpa started building this house.
We went to visit my dad over the weekend.
It was a tough trip,
but very rewarding.
My dad is in bad shape.
He is strong in spirit,
but his body is weak.
I found such irony in
the way
the young come back
to take care of the old.
My youngest sister Mandy (a Physical Therapist)
trying to work with Dad.
How old and new mix together
and bring back memories
of better times;
stronger times.
When the parents were strong
and the kids
were carefree.
It's only right that we come back
and give time and effort and love
back to those who
did the same for us,
when we were helpless and weak.
It was hard to leave
not knowing
if
the next time
I drive into this driveway,
things will be
different.
I love you Daddy.







3 comments:
Debbie,
I know exactly how your feel and my heart aches for you. It was a lovely post.
(((Hugs)))
Joyce
My dad is in a nursing home and I sure wish I could have him here. He lived with us for a few weeks when we still had our house and he hated living in the country. Now we live in an rv and its just not possible for him to be here. We are going to go visit in March during spring break and I cant wait. Its 1 hours away now.
Take care,
debbieo
Beautiful.
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