In My Write Mind
It was my first thought when my mother told me she wanted me to write a tribute to my dad, the man who gave me everything.
How do you put into words the qualities of a man who meant so much to so many? How do you write down for all to see and feel the way he cared for his family?
How do you spell out someone’s patience and nurturing manner or his impact on complete strangers? How do you articulate his powerful singing voice, the way children adored him, the way people in the neighborhood lovingly called him “Poppy”?
How do you put your pen on fast forward and your grief on pause in order to record 76 years of a good man’s life?
How do you capture everything?
The fact is--you don’t. You don’t even have to.
You just play out the memories daily and apply the life lessons taught each and every day. You make a name for yourself that would be worthy of him and everything he stood for.
You keep going. And give everything you do all that you have.
scribbled by Will at 9/27/2004 05:26:00 PM
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I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. (Joan Didion)
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Will. Lefty. Since Summer 1971. Over the next six months, I'll be saying some hellos, some goodbyes. Living, laughing, growing. Don't.miss.a.word.
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