Father’s Day 2013

I am taking an 8-week class at Women Writing for a Change for which I am expected to bring pieces to share in large and small groups, so I worked on this on the Monday and Tuesday after Father’s Day in preparation for tonight’s class.  It became even more meaningful to me after my dad rather unexpectedly passed away on Tuesday evening, June 18, 2013. 

The usual tremor of anxiety accompanies arrival at the nursing home. Parking the car, signing in, marks a crossing into the unknown. Will you be sleeping? Wandering about? Staring at the television?  Once over the threshold, in the scene, I can relax a bit. But more and more often now, we find you sitting quietly in your wheelchair in the dining room or by the nurses’ station, your silver hair visible from the entry way.  You still have quite a lot of it, and one of the staff remarked to me right after you moved in, “We love his hair!” 

For Father’s Day, we have brought along our dog, Carly.  Though unspoken, I know all three of us are hoping for that flash of recognition in your face, but you don’t respond to the sight of her. Such moments are increasingly rare, and I miss that mischievous twinkling in your eyes.  Later, as we sit outside in the patio area, Carly happens by your wheelchair, and you reach down to pat her head and rub her ears.  Clearly it’s a reflexive gesture, and Kieran and I exchange glances, smiling.  Joe thought that you might enjoy giving Carly a treat, but when he hands one to you, this time your reflex is to bring it up to your own mouth. Oops! Stern-eyed, you look none too pleased when Joe removes it from your hand and gives it to the dog.

My dear husband makes valiant attempts at a facsimile of conversation on these visits, delivering a light-hearted monologue about his students or our kids or the weather, and I so appreciate the caring behind his efforts. Despite the roar of the nearby air conditioning compressors, I find it meditative just to be sitting together. I breathe there with you, fervently hoping the weeks and months when you paced the halls, a heartbreaking enactment of your repeated requests to “go home,” are behind us now. 

Outwardly, your further diminishment would seem to be a greater heartbreak.  You can no longer walk. I shudder to contemplate how the food spills on your clothes and wheelchair might have occurred.  And now your front is draped with an adult-sized terry cloth bib, perhaps because you have begun to drool more frequently. 

Yet I see a kind of beauty in this total lack of pretense. Masks created by anger, shame, or fear are dissolved; any impulse to pretend that everything is just fine, has disappeared. You are real to me in a way that you have never been before, precious in your vulnerability, and I am reminded of the final stanza of a poem by Yehuda Amichai: 

He will die as figs die in autumn,
Shriveled and full of himself and sweet,
the leaves growing dry on the ground,
the bare branches pointing to the place
where there’s time for everything.

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6 Responses to Father’s Day 2013

  1. Sherry Morse says:

    Peg, that was beautiful.

  2. Jo Bakes says:

    Peg, God’s timing is impeccable. I’m so sorry for your loss, but can feel the grieving and truth already written in this peace. Praying that your sweet memories of him can ease the pain in the days to come.

  3. philipsmoore says:

    Thanks for sharing this expression of love for your Dad. He is a wonderful person and the legacy he leaves is great.

  4. Mary-Cabrini Durkin says:

    What a touching moment, Peg! You’ve been saying “goodbye” in stages for a long time, haven’t you? Thank you for sharing with such authenticity an experience that resonates deeply with my own. Your father’s handsome photo in today’s paper harks back to when he was more “himself,” a self that has now been restored and fulfilled.

  5. Elaine Folkesson says:

    Beautifully written and so close to home! I’m so sorry for all you’ve experienced but there is a blessing in walking them home! I’m so glad you’re on the peaceful side and hope your faithfulness to his process will bring you comfort now. I’ll remember him fondly always!

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