"MY FATHER IS A SONGBIRD.'

Mathew 6:25 "Look of the birds of the air, they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them." NIV


"MY FATHER'S A SONGBIRD"

It's Friday morning, I am painting Mom and Dad's bathroom.

Taping the walls with the door open, hearing only my
"Fathers voice."

The sealer primer numbs my four senses.

While in my birth home,
Memories and sounds come back.

When I was a child"Dad" "soared High."

With the Eagles caring me on his wings.

{Providing-Protecting us from harm.}

Embracing family-faithful-never complaining.

Working in a factory forty three years "Caged"

Edging the wall trim Father is repeating the same sounds.

"wiping the chipped Blue and White tiles, I realize.....

"My Father is a songbird"

Frail-small-wrinkled with Brown and white hair.

Today he is a Sparrow, sitting on the "Lazy Boy"
Smiling.

The morning Sun slowly transcends

Through a thick glass picture window.

I am rolling on the milky white primer.

Hearing Mother's grateful replies.

Answering each others calls.

She never tire's of Dave's voice.

Dad makes sounds that are "Gods Breath."

I feel the the breeze in the stagnant bathroom.

Painting I realize from the vapors.

Father is living by the moment.

Sitting across from Dad, he is grinning.

Saying same sentence .

Wanting this moment to never end...

When All The world Is Old

I received a copy of "When all THE World is Old", John Rybicki is my brother in law. The words he writes about Julie's life are real. I want everybody to know that you must read this book if you want to understand Julie's second half of her life. I try to focus on the first half, John had the second half.

Dealing with grief, I started this blog to remember her healthy life before Cancer. When someone you love dies
in a painful, morbid way, than memory stains the rest of her life. I have learned the beginning is just as important as the end of your life.

Thank you for reading my blog Dedicated to Julie and John.