Paul

Back home Tuesday, I hunted down the cards for my adoptive father.
He lives about 6 miles away from here in Seattle.
A really brilliant Christian man and the reason why I adopted him.

My 15 years a way from Seattle,
Though back home were hard,
Because I missed him so much!

And though he would never say so to my face,
He missed me just as much!

I missed his birthday last week because I was too freaked out to drive still.
Sunday, I was still having PTSD problems, so no driving!
And no father's day card to the man whom has shaped my Christianity mightily!

So, I drove north.
The first six miles were exciting but I did well.
Then I hit a construction zone and it was all over!

I rested at a stop sign to regain my composure an metabolic function
Then creeped the final 2 miles to his house.
And such a house!!!!!

Of course, he is not home anymore.
Just a shell of a man.
I am not even sure he can read any longer.
He loved opening his cards though,
And giggled.

But his gift of a Whitman's Sugar Free Chocolate Sampler was a real hit!
NOM-nom-NOM!

It is so sad to see such a brilliant mind reduced to that of a child.
But, I am sure his mind is awaiting his arrival in Heaven!
So prayer is needed for his comfort and translation into the next life.
Sigh ...

I am not looking forward to that day.
I am pretty sure he is.
And he is at the same time frightened.
Another prayer concern.

And his poor wife,
In an expensive house,
In a family of vultures,
Where it will be me versus the vultures.
(that translates to trying to protect the wife from the older daughter!)
sigh .....

And then, I will be the one needing prayer!