Forget It All

Dad is pushing 90 and has dementia. As one friend recently said, “He's way out of warranty.” But other than the brain-wasting disease, and the general feebleness that comes with having torn so many pages off the calendar, he’s in remarkably good health. It’s just the dementia. This ain’t the first rodeo for my family. Between us, my wife and I are four outta four for parents with the disease. Yep,100%. So, we know the drill. Dad’s home in Houston took on a bit of the water from Hurricane Harvey. Not much water compared to the We need to remember it is grace that sustains us, empowers us and is freely given to us by the Spirit. homes of so many folks but enough that it would take a few weeks

Smoke

My dad sits on our porch and fidgets with his cigar. Napping and smoking fill most of Jack Ray’s days now. His cigars are bundle-packed Churchills, pungent and imposing. He smokes two, sometimes three a day. And he asks questions: “Where’s Diane? Are you going to take me home? Whose house is this? Yours? Really? How long have you lived here? Have I been here before?” Once this loop of questions gets started, it’s difficult to derail. But not from a lack of trying, at least on my part. I ask him questions about times gone by, note how great the weather is, ask him how he feels and if he needs anything. He holds the details for an instant before they slip away and his mind starts again to gras

My Father's World

“Sis, let’s take a drive to Jiggs and Maude’s to see the dogwoods and redbuds,” my granddad would say on a sweet spring day when we visited at Easter time. My mom and I would load into their boat of a car, Mom in front to enjoy the opportunity to be close to her dad, and me in the back with Grandma Willis’ busy hands and crochet projects. No wire hanger was safe in the presence of my grandmother, as the harsh metal things were wrapped in looped yarn and adorned with a plastic flower corsage within a few days’ appearance. While my parents loved coastal living in Southeast Houston, there were things my mom missed about her hometown of Tahlequah, Oklahoma. Two of those things were redbud and do

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