joe careless
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A month before Christmas my dad was diagnosed with colon cancer, I came to collect him for his first Christmas in my family home, to meet his 5 year old granddaughter whom he's only seen once ( her mother attempted to enstrange the paternal family, which failed but has entailed a year long family court battle) when she was weeks old. A wonderful time has been had, Dad has surpassed himself in grandfatherly duties to my "adopted " son too and it's been heartbreaking at times, wish he'd been able to take up the baton earlier.
We journeyed by train together in part because he's disabled but mainly I want to spend time with him following some of our footsteps, it's been nice.
Myself I have found i have needed the arms of Mrs Careless to quietly lessen the heartache of knowing Dad's health outlook and have found myself in my workshop once and went from wanting to show him all of the bikes and items I've built before he sets off,yet he just can't physically get to the door & so I carved him a small whale out of larch to give to him to carry to his treatment sessions, his smile on receipt of it buoyed me up.
When I used to go on operations I never said goodbye to him just "see you later" and over the journey home he talked about his fears of me being lost, pride and joy when he would hear my key in the front door announcing my return.
We are getting to talk to each other, share memories, create new ones but one day I'll turn my front door key and he won't be there in his chair.
I have had a good Christmas with my dad and my little family, given him joy, kept him safe on the journey and shown him he's loved.
I'm thankful for my Mrs she has incredible strength, I'm thankful for the mission man that has helped me deal with my ptsd issues borne of operational experiences, but above all I'm glad I have a bicycle because they saved my life I needed.
We journeyed by train together in part because he's disabled but mainly I want to spend time with him following some of our footsteps, it's been nice.
Myself I have found i have needed the arms of Mrs Careless to quietly lessen the heartache of knowing Dad's health outlook and have found myself in my workshop once and went from wanting to show him all of the bikes and items I've built before he sets off,yet he just can't physically get to the door & so I carved him a small whale out of larch to give to him to carry to his treatment sessions, his smile on receipt of it buoyed me up.
When I used to go on operations I never said goodbye to him just "see you later" and over the journey home he talked about his fears of me being lost, pride and joy when he would hear my key in the front door announcing my return.
We are getting to talk to each other, share memories, create new ones but one day I'll turn my front door key and he won't be there in his chair.
I have had a good Christmas with my dad and my little family, given him joy, kept him safe on the journey and shown him he's loved.
I'm thankful for my Mrs she has incredible strength, I'm thankful for the mission man that has helped me deal with my ptsd issues borne of operational experiences, but above all I'm glad I have a bicycle because they saved my life I needed.