Dear Dad,
One more thing. Thank you for being true to yourself. It took me a while to consciously associate you and that fact, though I think instinctively, I knew all along. Just wanted you to know I was finally aware.
Love,
Marcia
P.S. I still have the drawings you did in the Veteran’s Hospital the afternoon I thought to bring colored pencils and paper. You didn’t talk much then, but you remembered how to sign your name – and you drew two heads, a man and a woman’s. I realized you were drawing you and Mom. Even though it is a memory wrapped in sadness, it is a wonderful memory – because it means you were still inside your mind at that time. And for the record, your signature was just the same as always.
so much i want to say on this topic.. but i need a nights sleep to gel my thought process… this was a very thought provoking poem…
miss you mee..
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This was beautiful, even if tinged with extreme sadness.
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