Bob Wright
Hawkeye
I talked to my daughter's mother today. They are down in southeast Georgia.
My daughter is in a nursing home there in Swainsboro, Georgia. She has had health problems for a long time now and suffered a stroke awhile back. She cannot walk without a walker and even can't use that at times.
She is in a good place and well taken care of. Right now she has no 'phone so I can only talk to her when her mother visits. The stroke affected her balance and also the use of her right foot.
I remember her sitting cross legged in front of the TV, just having had her bath and smelling fresh and clean, and dressed in her flannel pajamas. Then when a local TV station came on with their weekly horror show, they had the host dressed in sort of a Dracula attire, and when the music started she would crawl up into the chair and snuggle against me.
Sometimes I would take her to a movie or to a park when I was off from work. Always full of questions, "Daddy, why is.......?"
She grew up, she's 55 now, and made her own way, had dozens of friends and was popular along Beale Street here in Memphis, and was well known among the proprietors of establishments, band members, even the precinct police who patrolled the area.
But now she is in a nursing home, where she'll likely be the rest of her life. Thinking back on what was, and is now, sort of tugs at my heartstrings.
Sorry for the down beat post, not like me, I know, but sometimes................
Bob Wright
My daughter is in a nursing home there in Swainsboro, Georgia. She has had health problems for a long time now and suffered a stroke awhile back. She cannot walk without a walker and even can't use that at times.
She is in a good place and well taken care of. Right now she has no 'phone so I can only talk to her when her mother visits. The stroke affected her balance and also the use of her right foot.
I remember her sitting cross legged in front of the TV, just having had her bath and smelling fresh and clean, and dressed in her flannel pajamas. Then when a local TV station came on with their weekly horror show, they had the host dressed in sort of a Dracula attire, and when the music started she would crawl up into the chair and snuggle against me.
Sometimes I would take her to a movie or to a park when I was off from work. Always full of questions, "Daddy, why is.......?"
She grew up, she's 55 now, and made her own way, had dozens of friends and was popular along Beale Street here in Memphis, and was well known among the proprietors of establishments, band members, even the precinct police who patrolled the area.
But now she is in a nursing home, where she'll likely be the rest of her life. Thinking back on what was, and is now, sort of tugs at my heartstrings.
Sorry for the down beat post, not like me, I know, but sometimes................
Bob Wright