day 45

A quick blog to say
That dad is doing better.
His fever is gone.
He was much more awake today and getting angry at the nurses... which is a good sign.

A part of me does wish that he'd go in the opposite direction.
But most of me is happy that he is well.

Honesty, right?

I think I am sick
because I don't want to do anything except sleep.


And I feel that I can't make these blogs very interesting
I feel like I should be able to log on every day and have "something" to say.
But what if I don't?

Ill try a different Dad memory tonight.

hmmmm

How about he story from Dad's childhood?
When my father was 10 years old he used to go to a small stream near his house and collect some sort of reed that grew there. These he would weave into little baskets and sell them for a penny each. (seriously!)
One day he was walking along the water searching for these reeds... and he saw something odd.. was it a hat? Was that an arm?
At first he thought it was a drunk man having passed out the night before and still sleeping it off in the morning... but as he neared... the smell and the flies clued him in on the truth.
He was 10

He ran like crazy! Told no one because he was too freaked out.

In the afternoon (my father's parents owned a corner store and their home was the second floor of the building.) my father played upstairs in his room. He heard a car pull into the lot and looking outside he found the police entering the store.
He ran to the top of the stairs and crouched down.
He covered his mouth because he was worried they'd hear his breathing...

"Hello Mrs. S." said a policeman. "Can we ask you a few questions?"
my Dad gulped.
"Sure, what's it about?" His mm happily replied.
"Well, we'd like to know if you've seen anything strange today?"
my Dad gulped again.
"No, why?"
"We found a deadman out by ?creek. And we think it may have been a murder."
"I don't know... Haven't seen anything, but let me get my son. I think he was playing out there today."

My Dad ran to his room and hid under his bed... his mom looked aroun for him and called but couldn't find him anywhere.

"Im sorry" she told the police after returning to the store. He must have gone out again."
"Well. If you see him later ask him if he saw anything."
"Will do."

My Dad... in his ten year old mind thought
that because he'd been there
the police would assume he'd done it
and he'd be taken to prison
and maybe electrocuted.