The shrill call of the telephone, a voice struggling for breath from one in deep pain, on the other end. “Daddy, I can take the pain no longer, I’m going to go home…” After thirty months of suffering, his wish granted, he died two days later in the arms of his brother, surrounded by his family. My Boy left us…..
It seemed within in a mere matter of days that life in the household resumed its usual ways and the Australian adventure had lost its focus; but this was only short lived.
The trip to Australia and the stringent interviewing process, which was conducted over three, sixteen hour, days was a real eye opener for the Father and ended with him and two others being thanked for their attendance and participation. The three candidates were told that they would be notified about the results of the interview within two working weeks and then they were taken to the airport.
Who knows what lies in the mind of a child? Dreams and hopes, fears and sorrows. A child who seeks from those whose love and care is craved, just a smile, a word of approval, a touch of a hand, carried on a shoulder big and strong; lifted up and tossed into the air, then safely caught in strong hands…….
Who knows what lies in the mind of a child?
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Hello Daddy, on this Father’s Day, I wanted you to know, how I feel about you.
To me you are much more than just a father, to me you are: