Saturday, January 15, 2011

The last time..






I saw my father he told me something
that I have to remember when I get stuck and ....
torpid!!!!!!!
:).

We were sitting in the breakfast room
as we called it
and I was about to come back here.
He simply said
you make your bed , you have to lie in it.

I had a dream the other night
about this very thing.
I always think that this last time that I was with him
was the last time, but I didn't know it
 and somehow I think he did.
He and my mother were supposed to come and visit us after I had my first son,
but Daddy got sick and never made it.
When I talked to him after I got home from the hospital
he asked me how Johnathan was
I asked who is Jonathan
he said your son
that isn't his name was my reply
and
I never thought to ask why he said that name
I didn't know for years and years later that his fathers name was
Johnathan


that is my grandsons name
because my son remembered me telling that story a time or two
My father had cancer and I wasn't there for any of it
but the very beginning when they were doing tests
but I never imagined then how long it would be
and how he must have suffered
he was "sick" for quite a while
and
 I have a letter he wrote me right before he was supposed to have a
big operation
he speaks of making it through and soaring like an eagle
he made it through
but it didn't cure him
he died three weeks before they were to visit
and I wasn't there
My mother came a few weeks later
and met her first grandchild for the first time
my son was very ill
some stupid idiotic moron of a doctor had overdosed him
 and we nearly lost him
so when my mother arrived
I was in a state and so was she
but as it does
it all worked out and she got to be a
grandmother to a little boy who adored her
she spent a lot of time with all of her grandchildren
three grand sons
and she was a good grandmother
even though her daughters didn't always think so
but the grandsons never got to meet
the man we so often told them about
the man with the very long name
that spelled his first name
JACK
Jack Albany Clarence  Kipling Barnes
and his surname
don't remember why the Barnes.....but the others were dukes and I think Rudyard, maybe!!
:) :) :)
!!!!
I have often fantasised about how it would have been if they had ever met
he would have been such a neat grandpa
he was funny and gentle
he was good with his hands
he had patience
and I know this because he had
three females in his life who were a hand full
we had some friends whose father had left them
and my Dad kind of became a surrogate dad to them
I used to wish that I could have heard him
call my boys
"son"
the way he used to call our friends that
I just wish my boys could have known him
and when things used to get hairy
having teenage boys about
I did tell them once in a while
that they had made their beds.......
wonder if they will tell their children that too
The reason I tell you this tale
is
I did make my bed
and I will lie in it
and I will remember that my father would expect me
to do the best I can do with what I have
and what I have is nothing to dismiss
or complain about
I have so much more than so many
so I will remember to be
 grateful
....
that I didn't have to live in the desert
and have nothing to eat
but cheese and jam

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

:) :) :) :)










5 comments:

Nilla said...

What a touching story. Thank you for sharing!

allertadele said...

It is a touching post and lovingly written, your dad would be very proud i'm sure.

Anonymous said...

That was so very moving. I read it twice. You clearly meant a lot to each other. It is sad that he didn't physically meet his grandsons, but It sounds as though your lovely Daddy reached them through you, through the things you told them about him, and through the person you are due to his influences. God bless all your cotton socks! Mia S Xx

Clara said...

What a lovely lament.

Merchy said...

Oh Marilyn
This has touched my heart. I understand you so well...
But, the advices your father let you are the best you have...
Thanks for sharing this with us
Hugs!