In line at the post office, I talked to a man.
He told me he went down south to pick up his dad
who, suffering from dementia, was in a bad place.
The man told me his dad has fits of rage, falls down,
gets hurt, wanders off, police has to be called.
I asked the man if he could take care of himself
in the midst of all this.
He said, “I always thought it weak to take pills,
now I take a Valium every morning
just to make it through the day”
He told me his mom raised her kids by herself.
“What about your dad?” I asked
“I was terrified of my dad,” he said
“and glad when he left.
He beat my mom and us children too.
I was very scared of him then.”
“And now you’re taking care of him?”
The man said, simply, “he’s my dad....”.
wow. forgiveness of such magnitude...ReplyDelete
What a touching story.ReplyDelete
What a pretty day.... looks like promise of weather to come.
Have a wonderful Sunday!
Great story Inger - a lesson in love and forgiveness - thanks for sharing.ReplyDelete
A good man. A lesser man would have his father in a home.ReplyDelete
A very moving story. Sometimes our children turn out better than we have any right to expect.ReplyDelete
That is an amazing story. I didn't see the end coming -- what a strong man that son is even though he doesn't feel it.ReplyDelete
Not sure I would be as forgiving as this man. He's a better person than I. :)ReplyDelete
Wow...what a man!!ReplyDelete
Ja slaskväder som det heter, du har rätt var det igår. Idag fick vi lite snö, några cm bara och det är lite minus ute. Nu är det lite ljusare ute. Hoppas dock att det inte blir mer eller kallt. Jag vill vara ute med taxarna så länge det går tills säsongen är slut sista januari.ReplyDelete
Wow, what a great story and such a special man. I wonder if I could be as big as he is.ReplyDelete
Puts things in perspective for sure, Inger!ReplyDelete
Great landscapes. Have a nice week. Greetings from RomaniaReplyDelete
I had a very bad and volatile relationship with my father growing up. My late husband convinced me to reconnect with him and I too cared for him in his later years. When he passed, it was in our home with me by his side. I am grateful to have reconnected and spent those last "good" years with him.ReplyDelete
What an honorable man! Great post Inger!!ReplyDelete
How very sad, and uplifting at the same time.ReplyDelete
Thank you all. I couldn't get this conversation out of my head, so I just wanted to share it. It is in the spirit of Christmas, of forgiveness, of love. Heroism, even, I think.ReplyDelete
Beautiful lyrics, Christmas is endearing,ReplyDelete
Very beautiful pictures,
I wish peace and happiness these days,
A lovely story, Inger. Thank you for sharing it.ReplyDelete
Everybody has a very unique path... and story.ReplyDelete