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RETURNING HIS MEMORIES
In spite of all his hoping and wishing…all the hours he would pray…
he watched the gleam dim in his father’s eyes and his memories fade away.
Even after his light went out…and he no longer knew his name…
when he was now a stranger…he’d visit just the same.
He would tell story after story…picked from their shared memory…
like the time his dad would read him books as he sat upon his knee.
Like the times they’d play catch…how he taught him how to swim…
of all the times they were together…just his dad…and him.
He reminded him how he loved to play games…
.ow it never mattered if he’d lose…or win.
He talked about all the thing’s they’ve seen..
and all the places they had been.
He would visit him for hours with him…
stories flowing out with ease…
feeling blessed to be sitting there…sharing a lifetime of memories…
If asked why he sits for hours with a person who no longer knows his name…
he looks up…smiles politely…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 hoping they find their way back home.”
