I Love You, Dad

In a few hours my Dad could leave us anytime after a lifetime of providing for us, teaching us, scolding us, punishing us, and loving us. He has given more than he has taken …

Thank_You_Dad_by_techoverideAnd in his dying moments, we would like for him to know that whatever happens, wherever he goes, he can tell anyone and everyone, he’s been loved.

Always.

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Sock It To Me: World Down Syndrome Day

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The World Down Syndrome Day was celebrated with the multitude of colors using socks, mismatched or colorful.

3-21 was a creative play on the phrase Trisonomy 21, which is the extra chromosome that Down Syndrome people have.

Let’s celebrate the angelic presence of these special people with colorful lives.

 

The Viral Love of a Dad

There is a great image circulating on the Internet this week of a Dad’s note to his son after overhearing him telling a friend of his plans to come out to his parents.

The father’s note is a study in acceptance, understanding and demonstrating that life goes on for gay kids the same as for straight ones.

Of course, this would be considered an abomination before the eyes of …

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The Water of Life

An Inspirational Net Post During Crisis

A psychologist walked around a room while teaching stress management to an audience. As she raised a glass of water, everyone expected they’d be asked the “half empty or half full” question. Instead, with a smile on her face, she inquired: “How heavy is this glass of water?”

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My Father’s Shoes

 

He lays in the hospital bed, sedate, serene, and perhaps drifting in and out of sleep. Where once, bright clear black eyes shone openly, attentively and resolutely, now they are gray, dim, glassy, and panning purposelessly across the room with nowhere to fixate.

My father is dying.

There is no mistake about that.

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Breath of Life

AT 81 years of age, my father has lived a full life, and one that is admirable and filled with love, though unspoken most of the times but always felt.

He was a quiet man with a booming voice, towering above us all 5 boys of his, and impressing us with legal brilliance during his time. He had wanted — like all fathers — the best for each one of us, desiring one of us to follow his footsteps, but never pressuring any of us. He supported us well into our adulthood … and now, here he is, laying in a hospital bed far removed from his familiar comforts, and being supported by machines.

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