~VALENTINE POEMS by MY FATHER~
When I first started my blog in 2009 I wrote about a
on Valentine's Day of that year. I never dreamed then that three years later he would still be with us. I count it a privilege that for the most part my father still knows who I am. Dementia in any form, albeit Alzheimer's or any of the other mind-robbing diseases out there, can be nothing less than devastating to a family. It's a long, long, sad good-bye and speaking personally here, if I'm not careful with my emotions the brain monster that lives inside my father's head has the potential to steal away more than just my father's memories...
~MY BEAUTIFUL FATHER~
Preacher Man and Poet
SPRING 2003
Yesterday morning as I walked down the corridor that led to my father's tiny room I stopped for a moment to look at some of the red and pink hearts that lined the walls. Instantly I was taken back to the days of my childhood when each year my then tiny fingers would fashion a homemade Valentine for the man I've always called daddy. On the 14th of February I would cut a huge pink heart out of construction paper and inside would carefully trace around my right hand. Across my palm I would write this simple sentiment....
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY
To: My Favorite Daddy
From: With Love,
Becky Sue (age 6, 7, 8, etc.)
~TATTERED HEARTS~
Not too long ago I came across one of my handmade Valentines and I believe it's the only one that still exists. Thanks to my mother's foresight it was tucked away years ago for safe keeping. My father, ever the sentimentalist, inscribed in his own handwriting onto the backside of my tiny paper heart the following words:
"This Valentine was given to me by my little daughter,
Becky Sue, February 14, 1968.
One day she will find out I am
not just her favorite daddy, but I'm
HER ONLY DADDY!"
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You were right, daddy!
You will always be my
ONE and ONLY
(forever and forever)
FAVORITE DADDY!
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(Gosh~how I miss him...)
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Happy Valentine's Day to you all.
Love to you...