e read Lori Clinch’s column for years. I have laughed out loud at some of the antics with her boys, identified with others.
Wednesday’s column was a little different. “The story of a cardinal and a brother” was especially touching to the heart.
My dad passed away from cancer in December 1996. My sister tried to take care of my dad at her home as long as she could. Finally my dad required a lot more care, and the decision came to put my dad in a nursing home.
All my life, my dad was abusive, yet in some childlike way I always hoped things could be different. That my dad would change and be the dad I always thought he could be.
On Dec. 20, 1996 — a few days before Christmas — my sister and I went to see my dad. I brought him a small real Christmas tree to set on his nightstand.
A few hours later, I was at home trying to relax. I had been up since 4 a.m. and was exhausted, just sitting there, when a voice came to me: “Go see your dad.” I thought, I’ll wait a few days, I’m just so tired. Again it came to me, “No, go see your dad, now.” I got up and went to see my dad. Ten minutes after I got there, my dad passed away. I go to be with my dad at the end. “I forgive you, daddy.”
I’m not sure what happened that day, and it’s never happened since. Maybe an angel came to me, I’m not sure.
Wednesday’s column was a little different. “The story of a cardinal and a brother” was especially touching to the heart.
My dad passed away from cancer in December 1996. My sister tried to take care of my dad at her home as long as she could. Finally my dad required a lot more care, and the decision came to put my dad in a nursing home.
All my life, my dad was abusive, yet in some childlike way I always hoped things could be different. That my dad would change and be the dad I always thought he could be.
On Dec. 20, 1996 — a few days before Christmas — my sister and I went to see my dad. I brought him a small real Christmas tree to set on his nightstand.
A few hours later, I was at home trying to relax. I had been up since 4 a.m. and was exhausted, just sitting there, when a voice came to me: “Go see your dad.” I thought, I’ll wait a few days, I’m just so tired. Again it came to me, “No, go see your dad, now.” I got up and went to see my dad. Ten minutes after I got there, my dad passed away. I go to be with my dad at the end. “I forgive you, daddy.”
I’m not sure what happened that day, and it’s never happened since. Maybe an angel came to me, I’m not sure.
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