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I have to see what father saw? What does that mean, really? I look at my mother, frightened and jumpy, and try to imagine my father, young and on the way home from a hard day at the factory. I try to see her, lost, wandering by the side of the road, big blue eyes shining with fear of the unknown. Looking at her through my father's eyes something clicks in my head, and I begin to love her more. I watch myself get up and cross to her, wrap my arms around her head and embrace her like daddy would. She responds to the embrace and is comforted; sobbing and making low sounds into the shirt I slept in last night. She knows, I think to myself, somewhere in the tangled mess that she serves as her mind she knows father has gone from this world. As I stroke her fever-warm head I murmur "No worries, it'll be ok..." over and over again as the sheriff's men watch with watery eyes.
I love my mother, I found her and I'm going to take her home - just like father did.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoA story over six years old and is a Chapter 01 and done. NOT EROTIC at all. I think the dude was on the wrong website. LMFAO
Anonymousalmost 3 years agoVery powerful, not erotic but very touching. I cared for my mother when she was dying and I can sympathize.
Anonymousabout 3 years agothis is for all the selfish people who have condemned the father and now the son who lovingly taken on this burden of love. I was the main caretaker for my wife of 26 years until the visiting Nurses and other groups came and took over to give me respite. This is the part in your marriage vows that people get up and run totheNuseing home and sign away the person's House, insurance Policies, life insurances. Then forget about the parent , Aunts, Uncles, and Grand Parents. Even brothers and sisters. The really gross part to this story is not the voiding on the floor. is not remembering anything, not the smell! I am 65 years young, because of life long illness, my body is failing. I have remembering issues, my loving son helps me in almost everything I still am able to do. I am no longer using my fingers for buttoning my shirts zipping pants/jackets. I loose my balance stumble and fall. it's hard to walk even tho I use a cane to help when I walk. getting up from a soft chair or sofa is a challenge. I can see the worry and concern in his eyes and it pains me knowing from when both my Parents stayed home and died at the house. that was their only request. They built the homestead shortly after the 2nd World War ended and wanted to die there. The things this young man is going thru will not get better , most likely will get worse, spitting in his face to calling him a name. I was told when some people are close to Death , they become verbally violent saying hateful untrue things. combative and for no reason attach the loved ones and family member trying to give care. like in my case, I had found a 22 pistol and slide it across my wife's desk ( unloaded ), Then 2 days later, the sheriff's department came and removed me Charging me with a deadly weapons charge. With that charge on the 2nd chargeable item is that she was afraid of me and because I was the full-time caregiver and prepared the family's meals I was attempting to poison her. The entire group of kids friends me, and the wife has been eating my cooking for years. all of asudden the claim of attempting to poison her was over the top. Everyone ate out of the same cook pot. it was a family meal. long story short, these things can really happen. this is the tragedy, things like this really happen to families. Yesterday is Gone. Today make the best of it, say the things you want to say to your loved ones, for tomorrow is never Promised and maybe too late.
