Dedicated to my Father who has been gone now some eight years. Just before he passed away unexpectedly, he was diagnosed as being Manic Depressive. He was on medication and everyone was just beginning to again see the man that he was so many years before. His illness cost him his family when I was about twelve. He remarried, but the illness brought about much bitterness. I always had a special bond with him. I think the Lord had a hand in making me understand him even at a young age. I miss the man that was my Father. The man who took me on his lap each Sunday and read the funny papers to me. The man that would sometimes tuck me in at night. The man that even in his sickness would give anyone the shirt off of his back (of course he always had a few choice words to say after doing so. smiles) I knew the man that was really him. What a shame others did not give him the chance to be known. ~Lesa~
