There is a call on "Scrapiteria" the collage blog I am part of,for fathers day. I sat down and did a collage today of my dad. It made me think of all his gentle ways. I still hear all his advice in my head. We finally became very good friends towards the end of his life. I spent many waitings in doctors offices with him. He had so many things wrong with him since his car accident and WWII,that it just wasn't fair. I had to explain constantly that each doctor takes his own history and physical and you must update and go over all your symptoms with each. He grew weary of all the surgeries and probes into his body. I was there in the ER the day his aneurysm burst. He was so afraid of dying and yet tired of living. I always felt safe when he was around,and we firgured out alot of answers together. He and mom almost got to their 50th anniversary. Nothing was the same when he was gone. Moms zest for life went with him. I had little time to mourn since I had to keep mom strong. I miss him so much,he didn't have a mean streak in him. He asked me to take care of mom and I did. He told the docs in the ER "no heroic measures" and it was sad when they informed us he was gone. Dad was given a military funeral in Arlington National Cemetary along with moms ashes. When they blow the bugles and the 21 gun salute you know it's over. He so deserved all that. He was a good man and a gentle man.
6 comments:
This is a wonderful collage, and dedication to your father. Your dad is a heroe to us all and I am grateful for his participation in our military. He deserves this wonderful consideration. I hope you find peace in this day and know your dad and mom are looking down proudly.
Oh Joy you brought tears to my eyes. This is certainly a beautiful tribute to your father. Our father's are our heroes. My dad is gone 8 years now and it still hurts. But I talk to him all the time. Peace to you my friend.
BTW! HUBBA HUBBA! What a looker! I am so happy to find your blog Joy! I will post your link on mine.
My father is gone, too. I made no mention of him on my blog but I like to think your love of your father reflects the deep, sorrowful and joyful feelings of many of us. Thank you for that.
I love this collage. It feels alive; he's out walking and has just glanced up to your saying "hey Dad!"
But the poem says different, doesn't it? It's a stark contrast between the way we feel (my dad still lives in me) and the truth we know (he is in earth's green bed)
Btw, I loved that snippette so much I googled it and found it's by American poet Mary Jo Salter. She must have lost her dad, too.
Oh, and by the way, the book of poems is called "Unfinished Painting."
Something about that title fits today, doesn't it?
thats a nice collage.....
BTW, i think it is time to switch to the other picture of you for your blog masthead. i like that one.
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