Sunday, July 11, 2010
My dear blogger friends, I write today with a bit of a heavy heart. I've just returned from a few days spent with my siblings, as we placed Dad in a nursing home back in our home state of Ohio. He was living a contended life of retirement with our Mom in Winter Haven, Florida, when he suffered a stroke on Christmas Eve, from which he has has never recovered.
The truth is, these may be my father's last days. The vibrant athlete, carpenter, coach, and teacher who worked his ass off to provide for his large family is now finding it difficult to sit up in bed. He's not in pain, and he appears to be in good spirits. Dad just appears to be slowly fading away.
I've decided I'm not yet ready to write about my own heartache over the whole situation, nor the surreal reality my brother, sisters, mother, and I are now forced to accept. Maybe another day.
Instead, I'd like to share this lovely Irish lullaby, sung by Bing Crosby, from the movie Going My Way. I believe it was the first song we kids learned. Dad taught it to us. Will you indulge me?
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