Monday, November 9, 2009

One of my most vivid memories occurred on a cold, blustery evening in Santa Monica. I was perhaps 5 or 6 years of age and had been playing at a friend's apartment. During the afternoon a storm blew in and I was stranded. When dad came to retrieve me he was wearing his long, brown wool tweed overcoat. On our way home he wrapped it around me and to this day I can remember its damp smell, the course wool fabric and the warmth and covering from the wind and the rain. On our walk home I remember a feeling of complete safety and protection as he held me close with only my face peering out to see where we walked.

Katie and I visited dad and grandpa this afternoon. He appeared a bit weaker than yesterday and was much quieter. His face was flushed and he looked a bit feverish. It was clear that his body ached from laying still for these past several days. As we tried to bring comfort to him with a rub on the neck, his arms and his legs the above memory resurfaced and I was grateful for the opportunity to give something back to him.

Today we read the book of Philippians to him before leaving. I need to remember to bring my own Bible next time. His "old" King James version is a bit tough to read. I've had enough of 'betwixt' and 'waxing' and need something I understand and can read more easily.

Dad seemed to appreciate Heidi and Britt's notes - so keep it up.