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Roger Miller: June 30, 1931 to June 21, 2019

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I Hardly Knew Him

"I look at Uncle Roger as a blessing to our family, for he taught our family to view all people with more humanity." (loosely quoted, paraphrasing what my cousin Sylvia said to me at my dad's funeral this summer)

Here is a picture of my father, Roger Miller.
See how brightly he smiles; how sweet his eyes are.
My mom met him in the Navy before he left for Korea.
She tells us he was Valedictorian and star athlete in his high school.
When she met him, he was very personable, but the man in this photo. . .
                    I hardly knew him.

This is the best picture I have of him because I have so few!
                    I hardly knew him.
When he returned from war, mental illness followed; it consumed him.
In those days there was no decent treatment for schizophrenia.
My dad grew sicker and my mom was forced to leave him,
taking her four daughters back with her, far away, to Iowa.

Responsible and kind, my dad sent money monthly for his daughters.
He corresponded with us by mail and drove out a few times to see us.
However, I felt detached from him; I had so many questions for him.
I visited him as he lay dying this year in a hospital, hoping for answers.
He said little. His eyes - so much like mine – were still beautiful, but
                    I hardly knew him.

Sept. 21, 2019
For Writing Challenge 2, September 2019 - The Photograph - Poetry Contest
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La France Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 5:16 PM
Andrea congratulations on your win in my challenge with this excellent poem, it touched my heart and what a great photo!
Mcgee Avatar
October 3, 2019 at 2:23 PM
Sad and full. Congrats on a wonderful win Andrea.
Ligon Avatar
October 2, 2019 at 4:12 PM
Such a heartbreaking story. That must have been very hard on you, your mom, your siblings, and your dad. Poetic hugs, Juliet.
Dietrich Avatar
October 2, 2019 at 9:08 PM
thanks, Juliet. I imagine a great number of women in the world did not have a dad around for them when they were growing up. (men as well)
Goldsmith Avatar
October 2, 2019 at 2:36 PM
WOW!!!!! What a story you just told. It is so very beautiful. You will find the answers one day. May you be blessed...
Dietrich Avatar
October 2, 2019 at 9:09 PM
thanks, Paula. Yes, the answers await us on the other side! of that, I am sure.
Agustin Avatar
October 2, 2019 at 3:19 AM
Thanks for sharing a part of you through this piece; and for reminding me to be thankful to the Lord for giving me a great Dad. God bless you.
Godwin Avatar
September 27, 2019 at 11:00 AM
Darn it, I'm crying and know that you probably did not. This write pulls the heart strings, Andrea, and because I know your history somewhat it especially pools my tears - can't help it. I see him free now but you still questioning the why in all of it, for you and him. Off to find a tissue. Love, CayCay
Dietrich Avatar
September 27, 2019 at 8:22 PM
thanks so much, Caycay. I actually did cry at the funeral. Seeing him in the coffin, just the shell of him and so very thin, made me cry. Also, I cried for what could have been and also I felt thankful that he was in heaven at last.
May Avatar
September 21, 2019 at 8:02 AM
A poignant write Andrea..So sad what war can do to people...Glad you were able to see him before he journeyed home..
Adams Avatar
September 21, 2019 at 7:24 AM
so sad you hardly knew your own father, but often the case when families split while the children are young...touching write~ hugs
Pandit Avatar
September 21, 2019 at 7:06 AM
A touching write, Andrea.."I hardly knew him" makes a big impact on the reader. So sad when families break up..but so real life!
Mcintosh Avatar
September 21, 2019 at 5:35 AM
Sad but completely understood... This is a beautiful memorial to your Dad. It is definitely worthy of winning. Many prayers for you
Cunningham Avatar
September 21, 2019 at 5:27 AM
A verse from your heart Andrea, sad that things turned out the way they did. I can see the resemblance from his picture and yours. Tom.
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