It’s like watching the slow and dying embers in the
backyard firepit on a sultry summer’s night.
In some ways I understand it, some I don’t.
Maybe it’s meant to be that way.
It’s hard enough to watch someone you love die but it’s the
‘dying marathon’ of Alzheimer’s that really hurts inside.
I had a deeply emotional visit with my father this past Sunday.
I felt this impending sense of detachment from him that I’ve never seen or felt before.
My sister says it’s that way with most patients in the final stretch of the endgame.
I am trying to make myself understand that.
Not doing too well with it either.
The past 5 years have been a sad and long goodbye and although I’ve said it before,
I want to believe in my heart that he is ready.
My father did not cry yesterday which had me scratching my freshly shaved noggin.
It was almost as if he was trying to be strong just for me,
but maybe I’ll never know.
I sat and held his thin and badly shaking hands and really looked at him,
into my father‘s eyes.
My heart was instantly shattered as a lifetime of tender and lost moments came crashing into my mind.
I want many things for my father and not one of them was in this room that has held him prisoner for the past 5+ years.
I want him to walk and feel the rays of the sun on his face again,
love and be loved in return, find the missing piece of the puzzle he’s been searching for since he got sick.
Find my mother.
I want him to find enough strength to finally fade away and find his corner of the sky,
his cerulean peace.
It’s time for my beautiful father to go home.
Because of all the places I roam, I miss having him there the most . . .

reds, crimsons and bloods
there's a rose in the meadow
snow-covered in love . . .

for a very special flower
and for Deb

A special Valentines wish for my wife, Pamela and three incredible daughters.
I will never be at a loss to find love in my life on this one day of the year.
You are my life, my loves, precious lights in the deepest of darkness, the sweetest inspiration.
Put on your headphones.
The orchestra is phenomenal.
I love you all dearly.
Happy Valentines Day.
Be mine.

It was 20 years ago tonight that my wife elbowed me at 1:30 in the morning saying,
“My water just broke. Get some sleep.”
Get some sleep?
Yeah, right.
I called Pamela’s mom and told her to come over immediately (to watch a sleeping 3 year-old Sarah)
and it wasn’t soon after that we were changed and in my silver Datsun 210 on the way to the hospital.
It was cold as hell and my brakes were grinding to the metal.
Pamela thought we would never make it to Hannemann Hospital.
We did.
At 8:11AM (2.7.90) Pamela gave birth to our second daughter, Jenna.
Tomorrow afternoon we will have a house full of family and Jenna's college friends
and more Chinese food than you can shake a stick at.
We will also be watching some Supernatural episodes (Jenna’s favorites, methinks)
We will basically have our own ‘Supernatural Bowl’.
Could be much better than the actual Super Bowl itself.  (no Dean)
Happy birthday, Jen.
Mom and I love you and your sisters more than you will ever know.
Have a ‘supernatural’ day, okay?
Here's a Supernatural gag reel that you may not have seen.
See you tomorrow afternoon, kiddo.

 

He stares blindly out the window of another night
down on Bleeker Street, where nothing seem to change except a world gone mad.
He exists.
I exist.
I go to him, touch his shoulder feeling the quivering bone underneath my hand
but he doesn’t move, nobody is home it seems.
As I bend to kiss his forehead,
I think back to my childhood remembering the smell of him;
a rich elixir of leather, spice and a fatherly scent I could never quite put my finger on.
It was a smell of  total comfort and one of extreme familiarity.
His scent is different tonight; he smells clinical, preserved and abandoned.
He smells like a familiar stranger, an ancient decade of melancholy memories,
echoes of voices lost in an obsidian mist . . .

I sit there with him as we both blindly stare out the window, watching a world gone by
and we sigh,
we cry,
we say goodbye to the too many words left unspoken,
the things we once took for granted,
and the once welcome spaces where we no longer belong.
I take his frail and shaking hand and wonder (as I have thousands of times before)
how many more nights will he sit here all alone and stare?
And simply exist.
There is little left to say but with my father, somehow that’s okay.
Somehow, I know he understands.
He has taught me well.
He was never big on words anyway.
It will be very hard to forget the nights down on Bleeker Street and even harder to forget
the little man just sitting staring out the window . . .

 

 

Hearts entwined
Twenty fingers, twenty toes,
two sweet babies with cheeks of rose.
Born on the same day, two gifts from above,
lives entwined, two babies to love.
~Author Unknown

Happy Birthday to my twin . . .
Love ya m~

I have no clue as to where the year went but it went and here we are.
As you embark on many new journeys and adventures,
I wish all of you peace and much love in the coming year.
2010 holds many things, some expected and some not so much.
What the year holds for me is anyone's guess.
I see good and I see some bad.
That's life I guess.
For all that have visited and commented here over the past year,
I thank you from the bottom of my sock.
Somehow 'my heart' doesn't seem quite deep enough.  :wink:
Happy New Year!

 

ps.
and yes, this post is up at 9AM E.S.T  
Why, you ask?
It's New Years Day in Australia right now!
Goodonya!

23 years ago today, a very special little girl came into our lives. I've always loved this song and dedicate it to my Sarah. Love you always, kiddo. And yeah, Thad Jones rocks. Dad

To my wife . . . (and in a small way to a  very dear friend from Cape Cod '09.  Do you remember?)

Pamela- I've always dreamed of singing this song for you. In my heart, I know that I have, maybe someday I actually will. It's everything I've always wanted to say to the only person in the world that I could ever say it to. Our love is a slow, sweet dance . . . Happy Anniversary, my Pamela (put on the headphones I've left for you. Loggins is simply amazing LIVE.)

Forever

Now, while we're here alone and all is said and done Now I can let you know because of all you've shown I'm grown enough to tell ya You'll always be inside of me. How many roads have gone by So many words left unspoken I needed to be be your side If only to hold you. Forever in my heart Forever we will be Even when I'm gone You'll be here in me Forever Once, I dreamed that you were gone I cried, I tried to find ya I begged the dream would fade away and please awaken me The night took a hold of my heart And left me with no one to follow The love that I grasped in the dark, I'll always remember Forever in my heart Forever we will be Even when I'm gone You'll be here in me Forever Forever in my heart Forever here you'll be Even when I'm gone You'll be near to me Forever in my life Always thought I'd be I'd be yours Forever . . .