Post by Nicole on Aug 8, 2006 15:14:50 GMT -5
About a week ago I seen my father. He looks like he is giving up. I'd seen him 2 months previous to that and he looked like he was giving up then, but now he's worse. 35-40lbs of weight gained in just about 2 months. His heart is bad and he looks to be about 350lbs right now.
When I seen him I wanted to tell him to shape up. I wanted to bitch at him and be angry, but I did not.
Remembering the days of a man who once could pick up the front end of a truck and change the tire at the same time with only one hand.
Remembering the time when he marched in his army boots down the path in Germany as I was a little girl. Lead me to a huge snow hill and climed up it with me. I played in the snow and he whitewshed my sister and I. He always made the best snowballs. He was the best dad. I'd never have wanted to give him up.
Remembering the time when we would walk through the hills of Germany as we went volksmarching and I was always wearing some clothes that didn't match. My father and mother poked fun at me because of the way I dressed. My sister whom I hated also chimed into them. It wasn't a big deal back them. The walking sticks that we looked at. I wanted one real bad. My father said that he would buy me one. I did get one after a while but it broke shortly then after having gotten it. I don't know what happend to it from there on. It was supposed to have gotten fixed.
Tribute to the man that made his own shoes, that rolled his own stones, that branded his own belts. Tribute to the man that made my life what it is today. Tribute to the man, my father, whom I have always loved. Though good, bad and hard mental health problems.
I love you my father. I always have. I always will.
I forgive you.
I love you,
Love me
When I seen him I wanted to tell him to shape up. I wanted to bitch at him and be angry, but I did not.
Remembering the days of a man who once could pick up the front end of a truck and change the tire at the same time with only one hand.
Remembering the time when he marched in his army boots down the path in Germany as I was a little girl. Lead me to a huge snow hill and climed up it with me. I played in the snow and he whitewshed my sister and I. He always made the best snowballs. He was the best dad. I'd never have wanted to give him up.
Remembering the time when we would walk through the hills of Germany as we went volksmarching and I was always wearing some clothes that didn't match. My father and mother poked fun at me because of the way I dressed. My sister whom I hated also chimed into them. It wasn't a big deal back them. The walking sticks that we looked at. I wanted one real bad. My father said that he would buy me one. I did get one after a while but it broke shortly then after having gotten it. I don't know what happend to it from there on. It was supposed to have gotten fixed.
Tribute to the man that made his own shoes, that rolled his own stones, that branded his own belts. Tribute to the man that made my life what it is today. Tribute to the man, my father, whom I have always loved. Though good, bad and hard mental health problems.
I love you my father. I always have. I always will.
I forgive you.
I love you,
Love me