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December 05, 2004
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The golden thread that ties me to Lancashire has been humming with tension recently. I needed to get back and be with my Father in these sunset days.
The journey was a epic saga with last minute carrier changes and an unexpected diversion through Amsterdam to tease me with a few more hours before we could be together.
I now sit 10feet away form my Dad, and down the hallway from my old (if those walls could talk) bedroom. I feel such relief.
Dad is very sick, and eats child like portions. As expected he is frail and flanked by the oxygen, tubes and the meds that get him through till tomorrow... but he is still very much my Dad.
His mind is as sharp as ever, and through the gasps and wheezes the constant 'pop quiz' of testing questions that was my growing up continues. Totally current with events, he searches for my opinion and wows me with his wisdom.
The contact we yerned for was satisfied in our first minute together. All is well.
Posted by Barbara at December 5, 2004 02:40 AM
Comments
How touching. Glad you made it safely.
Posted by: thedude at December 5, 2004 10:39 AM
Thanks Jimbo.
Posted by: Andrew at December 5, 2004 11:31 AM
Good old Uncle Bernard! Good old you!
Dave
Posted by: Cousin Dave at December 13, 2004 12:47 PM
This is the second try at this ;-)
Last night I just had an amazing rush of feeling come over me. The feeling was a remembrance of your dad...and the time spent with him. what a beautiful man. I think of him fondly. Please wish him well for me.
Love
Nikki
Posted by: Nikki at December 17, 2004 06:30 PM