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Papa

i suppose papa was a proud man he never said much the most i ever heard papa talk was when he prayed in church papa was an old man when i reached this world but honest and respected man papa certianly was papa was the Abraham who had sons like Issac he was also Jacob in the land that God promised and gave him 365 acres, one for each day of the year why God gave it to papa i can see very clear in his old old age they moved him to the city because of hardening artries it was a pity in a house where he could not do much papa was stranded and losing touch sometimes papa would wonder off looking for his land i guess thats what made him made him feel like a man it was the first time i ever saw what happens to the mind we had to bathe him and change him it was always a fight even in his old age papa still had his might that was when we visited and that was all right i feel sorry for my cousin who did it every single night the days came when they sent papa to the home after that it was'nt very long we buried papa not far from here not on his land but at least he's near

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Date: 9/10/2011 10:39:00 PM
Well it comes to all not just a few and in that way it comes to me and you. Hopefully, not for awhile, great John!
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Date: 8/2/2011 6:58:00 AM
wow this was a powerful write with much emotion. cory
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Date: 8/1/2011 6:10:00 PM
This is a tender write on how one persons life can change as they grow old. Old age sometimes is not pretty. love phyl
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Date: 7/31/2011 4:58:00 PM
I tormented my grandfather with an orange rubber squeaky hedgehog, I used to make it squeak in his ear...I had another favourite pastime of piling cardboard boxes around his feet when he was sitting in his armchair so he couldn't move...:-)
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Date: 7/30/2011 6:44:00 PM
a tender sensitive write John on papa.. expressions of luv and pain ... very good depiction of your family my friend... awesome insight ..so many of us deal with same debilitating endings luv.. enjoyed much..
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Date: 7/30/2011 2:54:00 PM
Reads like your grandfather was a very independent and strong man..Dementia or Alzhiemers of the aged is sad for the family to have to see..Enjoyed reading your work..Good luck in the contest with this one..Sara
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Date: 7/30/2011 2:08:00 PM
Such a touching poem, John. Papa (I assume your grandfather) was trapped in the past like my grandmother. It's a shame to see people losing their ties to the present as they get older. My grandmother never remarried. She totally lost touch with reality when her husband deserted her. We later learned he had married another woman before her and never bothered to get a divorce. Dad always felt so sad about his mother's state. Now they're in heaven and, hopefully, together. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 7/30/2011 1:47:00 PM
Very touching and heartfelt write.....God bless....old Jack
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