My father the tyrant, has become, in his twilight years, my father the child. He has Alzheimer’s disease. It is progressive in its onslaught, and there is no cure. Lanza has been replaced by the steady beat of channels being changed without pause, on the television. Reading is beyond him. His swing is still Sam Sneed sweet, and beautiful enough to make others take pause. (Read more...)
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I re-read this article from the random article link ... and my eyes welled up with tears -- just like the first time. I love John's moving portrayal of a healthy sense of life. What a beautiful article -- something which I think deserves to be on the "front page" again.
My Favorite came up again - "and my eyes welled up with tears -- just like the first time" - again. Some of the best writing I've ever read. Thanks again, John Newnham.
