I was given a Mary Chapin Carpenter CD with a song on it that was special to me when Dad died. I am listening to it now. I cried for several minutes as I remembered him. In a way I wish that he had died quickly (or not at all!) to remember him as George Mullikin. As it is, my mind is fresh with Alzheimers memories. I really have a hard time remembering him as himself. Instead I am assaulted with memories of crap on the floor, creepy and violent behavior, and the long one-sided good bye. Dad was stolen away a little piece at a time.
Dad...it will 9 years on August seventeenth. He's been gone far longer than that.
Friday, July 31, 2009
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