November 04, 2009 EditionAlso in this issue...
Precious MemoriesThe cold rain falling outside only added to the dull dreariness of the gray and overcast day. Dad was sitting quietly in the high-backed hospital chair just to the right of the one I was sitting in and had just dozed off. Sunshine and some blue sky would be very nice I thought.
Just moments before dad and I had been engaged in something of an emotion packed conversation during which for the longest dad insisted I was his older brother Aaron. He was convinced I was his older brother and invited me to reminisce with him such as the time "we" stole the dime from the fireplace mantle and bought a plug of chewing tobacco. When confronted with their crime he and Aaron insisted they had only done it to get the tobacco for Papa. Since the plug of tobacco had not been opened, no one could prove their intent had been otherwise.