Feelings of a Daughter for her Father
( This post is on aging related memory loss, hallucinations and dementia. It is about a parent, about us all. This post is about a wish, a song)
You call out to me from the garden. “There is a face peeping through the leaves of that mango tree. Can you see it? It moves with the breeze. The nose twitches, the eyes crinkle. Can you see it? Can you tell?”
How i wish, how i wish you were here.
There are places you go to.
I can’t keep up with your pace and so i am content to listen to the stories that you bring from your travels. I see the adventure in your eyes, hear it in your laugh. Your voice carries me away to bamboo forests, to sand dunes, to angry monsoon rivers, to cold depressing blankets of snow. i feel the deodar leaves rustle as you…
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