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| Dad, 24 x 18, charcoal on paper |
But my rye observations about growing older no longer bring up his own commiserating stories. His stories are lost in the unnavigable places in his mind.
Some days I feel the loss of my father as unbearable. I want to have him sing "King of the Road" with me, or a few verses of "You Can't Roller Skate in a Buffalo Herd." But, he can't. I still sing to him, though. You can be happy if you've a mind to...
And this week, I reminded him of his obsession with the rock opera, "Tommy" back in the 1990s. He must have seen the film 100 times. He bought the record and played it so much at home, I think he wore it out. He knew all of the songs by heart.
Since Dad can't remember anymore, I'll just remember for him. A daughter can do that.
Here, Dad, this is for you.
"Pinball Wizard" by The Who.
6 comments:
A bittersweet tribute.
Katherine, your Father is fortunate to have a daughter who treasures his memories.
Such lovely memories...dementia is more painful than a sudden death. What I wouldn't give to hear "Moon River" again...from Dad. He is a blessed man to have you.
Sarah -- thanks for stopping in a commenting!
Thank you, Carol Lee. Each of us four kids has different Dad memories. Many of mine are about the music he loved.
Cindy -- you are so right. Is your father still alive?
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