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Post by geminilee on Dec 22, 2010 12:41:40 GMT -8
I have two things to brag about. Well, One, to brag, one to be happy about. Anyway, I will stop babbling, and get to the point.
She is coming home! My BFF from when that was written on the bottom of notes passed in classes, 2 decades ago. The person I have loved the longest, possibly because I have never dated her, so there was never any emotional drah-mah. I thought she was gone off again. She is slightly Jen-nay to my Forrest Grump. But she is coming back. Yay!
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Post by geminilee on Dec 22, 2010 12:48:00 GMT -8
I said I had two things, and I do. It is nearly Xmas, I know. My dad loved it: he was Santa every year. He even grew his beard out for like 4 months. He died 2 years ago. I wrote a poem, a while before he died. He had Alzheimer's. I remember walking with you, my arm stretched above my head, trying to keep up. You kept watch over me when we were in a strange place, so that I wouldn't wander away and get lost. You read the menu for me at the restaurant, and cut up my steak. You bent over my hand with a needle to pick out a splinter. You built the new room, and I helped; I drove a nail in, crookedly.
Now I walk ahead of you, turning around, waiting for you to catch up. In a new place, I ask "Where's dad": you may wander away and get lost. Your eyes can't see the menu in the dim light, so I read it for you, and cut your steak when it comes. I pick the splinter from your hand with fingers that do not shake as yours do now. The new room I am building, you are helping with; you hold boards and carry things.
Slow down, you walk too fast.
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Post by auntiewitch on Dec 22, 2010 15:59:59 GMT -8
Lovely tribute to your father. I am sorry for your loss.
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