It is one of those cold dreary winter days as I stand by this window looking out from this hospital room. I stand here remembering my childhood as he lays close to death in his bed. As I look out the window I can see the hill we used to live on many years ago, the place I "escaped" from and now have come back to. Time has marched on quickly, but the memories have not left me. This place has changed so much over the years. He doesn't know anyone anymore, but I know him. I didnt want to come here today and witness this, but we all have to do things we don't want to do. I would have preferred to remember him as he used to be, a big strong man that took my father's place at one time. Today I have let go of all the resentments I had towards him, for things that were justly deserved or not. He did the best he could do, that's all any of us can do in life. He was always there when we needed him. Today my "father" died........1-24-2004 © Kathleen (KIA1138@aol.com) January 2004 If you use my graphics, please add my button and a link to this website. http://www.geocities/writerswinter2004/ If you enjoyed this page, check these out: Hike Your Own Hike I'm Old I Will Never Forget You Cat Grins And.......for many others, click the link for HOME. Home: Writers' Winter 2004 Index