DOWN IN THE MEADOW IN AN ITTY BITTY POOL
SWAM THREE ITTLE FIDDIES & A MAMA FISHY TOO
SWIM SAID THE MAMA FISHY, SWIM IF YOU CAN
AND THEY SWAM, & THEY SWAM, ALL OVER THE DAM
I can hear dad singing this .... I hear it as clear in my head as if he was in this room with me ... and he is- but it's no longer "him". Today, the beginning of day 4.... he is a shell. Almost a caricature of his once Fred Flintstone figure of strength. As recently as 48 hours ago, he was still making a humorous comment. He was still telling this "harem" of kids how beautiful we are.
Now- he sleeps.... hopefully dreaming of his true love, who sits patiently at her majestic slot machine .. playing HIS numbers ... with a mischievous smile spreading across her face. Because she knows he will be joining her soon. SHE knows they have a new journey to make TOGETHER soon. I'm hoping that the occasional grin I see on dad's face now- is because he can see her in the distance .... perhaps feeling he's getting closer to being in her arms once again & already enjoying it's warmth. It's ok dad ... we will figure out things on our own ... you can walk toward her faster if you want. We miss you already.
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