Repentance to Respect

As I spend time with a, soon to be Centenarian.

I think of how I came to be here.

Now, as I enjoy/prefer the company of older folks.

There was a time, I didn’t have respect for them.

[The encounters with adults, that lead to distrust, addictions and mental trauma]

With the exception of my dad and his drinking buddies.

And although violence existed (he fought a lot, when he drank) and I worried about him.

My dad was the only one, I felt safe with.

As I spend, what little time I do with him, it makes me want to spend more.

I’m conscious of his touch, that kiss on the cheek.

And I try to save them to memory.

[I take nothing for granted]

As he accepts, the hand he was dealt (cancer, memory loss) he does (as he has, his/my whole life) without complaint.

I want to do more, with and for him (knowing I could never repay him, for the love he has shown me)

As I never could imagine,

life without him.

[his 80th, May 26]

I pray he gets what he wants/needs, for the remainder of his life.

And that I have, peace.


Author: My Life with mental illness

I have dealt with depression, most of my life and I've tried different antidepressant. With the right diagnosis and med mix, I have lost 40 pounds. And I am managing, my mental illnesses.

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