today would be dad's birthday. dad loved nature and the sea. he sailed the sea, he painted the sea, he spoke with the sea. we miss him. my brother wrote a poem about him after his stroke. an excerpt...
“Exhaled in single syllables, in grunts, in sighs-
Eventually Self calls for pen and paper.
Ah! So the I returns to wield its scribbler's quill,
Its signature, its penmanship intact.
There's nothing about all of this, my Father wrote,
That I wish to remember. Then he smiled
Sardonically, with that half of his mouth which he
Could still control. Then closed his eyes awhile . . .”
more about the poem and the poet here.
...hi dad.
happy birthday.
