daddy told stories of his youthful days – wild, carefree and perhaps, a bit ego-enhanced in his old age. anyway, our dinner chatter often centered on reminiscing –
his rendezvous meetings with wrong herds…brought trouble and many bitter encounters with his authoritarian father. managing like any hard-working herd dog, his keen father drove his wayward troubled son quick, across an ocean –
to a work-based, all boy, boarding school. it took time for the staff to settle
the boy’s rebellious spirit – angry, headstrong escape con artist he was, but…they did. must be the consistent discipline he needed to
train up a successful man.
i wonder why some things do not change as easy as the weather; sunshine one minute, rain, the next. daddy never lost his love
for cussing nor drinking, but he always brought home blankets of family provisions and abundant warmth from his love. he often said,
living in a nursing home would be the final choke hold to do him in.
mom found daddy one day
resting – flat-out, not breathing, on the back porch deck. mom thought. it would be you to give that last look with a good-bye…to the golf course. she is right, but not a farewell.
daddy walks a new game…
parting ways with memories
sets us free to live
::: ::: Written in response to the photo prompt offered this week in the Ligo Haibun Challenge.