My father, 85, is slowly coming out of two months of critical care. Drove 2800 miles to see him last weekend. He could only squeeze my hand, work his eyebrows, smile, and shake his head to communicate.
No, it is too expensive and difficult for me to fly with my wheelchair and other equipment, and Yes, I drove every mile except when towed (inside my van) to replace a failed alternator in Oklahoma.
Also attended my brother's wedding in the beautiful Rotunda of the State Capitol in Madison, Wisconsin, took a sunset cruise on Lake Mendota, and saw Central Wisconsin fall color that I thought I never would see again.
How reminiscent of my own father's illness, Ron. My hopes go out to him and to you for strength. Your poem is wonderfully penned and touches my heart deeply.
Warmest regards,
Leland
Too good for words. You have done a wonderful job of showing
rather than telling, and it puts us there beside your father's
bed. It is terrible to see what he is going through -- that it
is so hard to hang on --, but with a son like you, he has to
feel like the luckiest man in the world. You have really,
truly, completely, put yourself t h e r e. He k n o w s.
'Pea' <3 <3
i hope you father will come around ... it's not easy seeing a parent in a state of limbo, not knowing what the immediate future will bring ... you're a good son having to have traveled so long and so far ...
I hope your dad does more than hang on as to have your dad around is most important...My dad passed at 68, when i was 35 and I still wish he stayed...I wish for your dad, fair days and happiness as best as he can...Find peace, Ron...Ed & Rufuz
Ron what a fantastic poem you crafted for your fathers story. I sometimes wonder if all the new medical tech, is worth it, but then this is the only life we know so we want to hang onto it as long as we can. I hope the best for your Dad. That was quite a trip you made! Good for you, glad you enjoyed some of it!
Laced with sadness and hope, your poem pulls at the heartstrings of all who will read it. We have mixed feelings, we want them to stay with us but we can't bear their suffering, and we ask, "to what avail." We hope that they will again walk and that their life will resume as it was, but with a doubtful heart we offer encouraging words so that they will stay here with us for a while longer. Selfishly hopeful we see their strength and will to go on and we pray that they will not just have to keep barely hanging on. Excellent and very powerful write, Ron.
Take care,
Sherry
In "A Touch of Your Presence" are words that would inspire, encourage and strengthen one's soul when faced with challenges and difficulties and to know the awesomeness of God's power.
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Warmest regards,
Leland
Reindeer
rather than telling, and it puts us there beside your father's
bed. It is terrible to see what he is going through -- that it
is so hard to hang on --, but with a son like you, he has to
feel like the luckiest man in the world. You have really,
truly, completely, put yourself t h e r e. He k n o w s.
'Pea' <3 <3
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
Love,
Eileen
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry