My Dad was quite the fellow. He was born and grew up in Holland as a young boy during World War II. He left Holland as a young man and went to Canada. He was a philosopher and a wanderer. I would have pages to write for all the places we moved to and lived. For a three year period in my life, we didn't go to school because my father couldn't seem to settle in any one place. We finally settled long enough to finish school on a small island in the Caribbean; Bonaire.
My father gave me more stories and exposure to different places and people growing up than most people fit into a life time. The last couple of years in his life were robbed of clarity, by Alzheimer's. The cancer that took his life was a blessing by comparison.
The picture below was taken just last December when my sisters and I took a trip to visit to our father. It turns out to have been our last visit, and the last time he played with his girls. We had fun.
Poems written by my sisters. Way better writers than I am.
I dedicate this memory to Peter Van Duyn...
As His thought flew away, like birds flying from a tree
Free to go where ever they want to be
Fly away little bird, be free...
"Up up and away..."
...Fly to the sky
I know you'll visit another day... Sasha van Duyn
The world beyond my reach
I have reached but have never grasped
I have searched but have never seen
So many questions left unanswered
...For all that I have aspired to bring within my grasp
I have yet to understand
They still escape me
But now perhaps in this distant place
all which I have so searched for
Might finally bring some peace of mind
to Dad We love you Brenda Bly
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