Ten years and eleven months ago Dad died.
He passed away at a nursing home which was the last home he ever had.
Being with dementia he wasn't the same kind hearted dad I knew.
He was grouchy and very much to himself it seemed.
He would recognize I was there but I don't believe we could have had a one on one.
I miss Dad so very much and always will.
I was there in the same room with Dad before he died.
I was minutes away from him as he was dying.
Jesus was there for He took Dad away as He took Mom.
All of this happened ten years and eleven months ago.
I don't regret it now of being with Dad.
I did however for a time regret that I had to lose the home we had.
For this I hope Dad will forgive me for feeling the way I did.
I am most happy to know where Dad is today.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2016-1-25)