A tribute to my father
Armond Dale Nelson
12/9/22-1/16/08
Photo of my dad with his son, Keith and two grandsons, Joel and Logan. The five of us met for lunch at a truck stop.The first good thing about my dad is he would hum or sing when he was feeling especially content. I have always loved hearing him do this. When I was little he used to sing to me but when I grew up he became more self conscious of his singing. Sometimes I would hear him singing in the next room and try to sneak closer so I could enjoy the soothing sound of his voice.
Journal entry Tuesday 12/18/07
We had a family meeting with the social worker-it went well. We will meet with Pastor Tom concerning funeral prep on Wednesday. Will have Christmas on Saturday. When I told Dad he first asked if Wayne was going to be there and when I said Yes he said, "that sounds good." He talked about the button again and said something to Wayne about not wanting to be this way. I was in tears after helping him to the bathroom in PM-can't decide what would hurt more-having him die or continue in this state. When I checked on him at 3:30 AM He said, "I guess we done made it through another night". His feet are leaking.
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thanks for this post. I was just reading some of the journal entries I wrote at the end of last year. Amy's compiling a book about Grandpa, and I had to go get a kleenex box when I previewed it the other day.
tears are good sometimes. happy memories are healing.
~J
I've been thinking and laughing and crying. As Julie said, I've been working on a book, "Redwing's Weeping." It hurts so much to look at the photos and re-read what our family wrote at that time, but in a hard way, it's also healing to cry again.
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