I could see my father lying on the bed we borrowed
We’d moved the regular bed from the room.
I wanted his last days
to be spent with a view of our peaceful world;
our flock of sheep,
the horses in the pasture.
As long as he was able,
he rested on his side
I hope he loved the quiet scene.
“The Lord is my Shepherd…
He makes me to lay down in green pastures.
He restores my soul”.
I hope my Father’s soul was restored.
He knew what he was facing.
He wouldn’t talk to us about it;
his way of dealing
with the impending transition.
We visited with Dad,
as did many friends,
in those last few days.
We could only face the situation
by continuing our daily routines.
He did his best
to honor our game.
Dad didn’t retire
until the age of sixty-nine.
It seemed like a grand old age in those years.
Now it seems rather young to me.
He always had a plan,
an interest, and a goal.
He was disciplined,
loving and reliable,
committed to his family.
What about me?
There are many questions,
not many answers.
I want my life to count for something.
Have I stopped counting?
What will happen to the generations
who have not had the parenting or the communities
in which my generation was privileged to live?
What happens in the single parent family
when the parental balance
does not exist?
What happens to the marriage,
with no plans for commitment? I believe we have the answer to that question.
What happens to adults who weren’t raised
with a Dad and Mother like mine who encouraged us?
The last two generations have given us a preview.
The media has become the parent of many young people today.
Is the media making their moral judgments? Is it making our moral judgments?
“Everyone is doing it, so why shouldn’t I?”
Blame can always be affixed to someone,
By what moral standards does this new generation make its’ decisions?
There is a new intensity in my nightly prayers.
He is much closer.
My time to see Him face to face
is much nearer than before.
I see THE THREAD
Photography By Mary Anne Tuck
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The future is right ahead of me. At the age of 83, all new projects are interesting and old memories and friends of the past are with me every day. I love to share my thoughts along with my comments of this day and these times. Photography is my hobby. The world view is everywhere I look in the north woods of Michigan. Let's get together for a visit!