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In spite of all his hopes and wishes and the many hours he would pray

he watched as the gleam in his father’s eyes as well as his memories faded away.

And even after his light went out and he no longer knew his name

when he was but a stranger to him…he’d visit…just the same

And he would tell him stories picked from his memory

of how he used to read him books as he sat upon his knee.

Of the times they’d play catch in their front yard

how he taught him how to swim

of all the times they were together

just his dad…and him

He’d remind him how he loved to play games

how it didn’t matter if he’d lose…or win..

he’d mention all the things they’d seen

and all the places they had been.

He would sit for hours…his stories flowing out with ease

and he felt blessed to be sharing…a lifetime of memories.

When asked why he sits for hours with a person who no longer knows his name

He simply smiles politely for his answer is always the same

“I’m reminding him of all the fun we’ve had

all the places we have roamed…

and since all these memories began with him

I’m making sure they find their way back home.”