Sunday, June 19, 2011

Father, Dad or What

I had about three step Dads in my life, one was a real father in every sense of the word, and a real man.
He use to walk for miles to visit us, all eight, never made a different in us, he would say 'yall are all my children, I don't care what your mother say.  He would bring us toys, clothes, vegetables from his garden.  We all loved him very much.  One of my brother when he got married before he did, he changed is last name to this man last name, even though momma had changed his name to his real father.  He didn't want his name or his children to go in the real father's name.  When this great man died, another of my brother told me as I wrote the obituary to put his name down as this man also, even though his last name was his real fathers. I made sure that my first publication of my poems was in his name, his name is David Lee Adams, I am proud to do it, and always will be.
I miss him very much.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Seeing Sunshine

I keep asking him after has watched a movie on TV, what happened on the show, he can't seem to either put
it in words that I can understand, or even he can.  He talks about things that isn't so, that don't be happening. I
wonder if this is a part of the stroke trying to work itself out.  He does clean himself, dresses himself, eats, and takes his medicine. Most of the time he makes sense when he talks, but not all the time.  This use to make me angry, now I know he's doing his best.  He was such a smart man, could talk to you on any subject you bring up.
It's hard-breaking to see him not understand the smallest things now.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Dealing with a sick friend,

Today he did get up on his own to walk outside, I follower him, he walk a bit not a long walk but I was proud
of him for doing it, without me making him.  He got confused today, on something he was talking about, I didn't
get angry this time, knowing this won't help matters, I think we are both trying our best to get alone knowing that
we do love each other.  Boy I sure hope that he don't forget that he love me, or that I love him, than where would I be.