Sunday, June 17, 2007


I looked out the window
he was sitting in an old chair
under the Ash Tree.

I took a glass of Lemonade out to him.
"Hi Dad."
"Just sitting."
"If you need anything I"ll be inside."
I looked out the window.
He was gone.

We never spoke of him coming.
It did not happen often.
Maybe a couple of times in the summer I would see him there.

I think he wanted tree time with an old Ash tree.

I am the one sitting under an Ash tree now.


Sheila said...

I miss my Dad too.
My dad is alive but has senile dementia and does not know me.
It makes me love him more.

Q said...

Dear Sheila,
My Father died in my arms in 1992. Not a day goes by I do not miss him. I miss having him to call when I have life events and I do not know what to do!
I have had lots of life events since 1992. I do think and ask him in my mind. Often I get a "Dad" answer.
He loves you.

Sprite said...


Dear Q~

My father passed after a long illness in 1981, I was rather young at the time, almost 23.

Through the years I have often thought what it would be like to talk with him now.

I so appreciated hearing about your memory of your father sitting in the chair, communing with the tree. It's a very nice memory to have.

Many blessings on this day,


Mary said...

Like Sheila, I miss my Dad, too. But he doesn't always know me.

This is a very touching post. He is still with you under that ash tree.

Q said...

Dear Sprite,
You were very young when your Dad died. I was not yet 40 years old.
With solstice approaching I seem to be thinking about the male aspect and the male energy.
some memories are etched in my mind. This one very much so since it was visual rather than verbal.
It is a nice memory.
I like the idea of making each day a nice memory.

Q said...

Dear Mary,
I thought of you yesterday and your Dad in the nursing home. I enjoyed your last trip to see him and how he knew you. I smiled. I remember at the end of my Mother's life and when she called me, "Q". How my heart soared!
Our lives are all full of events. It is comforting to share those bits of memories.