Oct 282016
 

Silver Birch Press

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Poems for a Lifetime
by Amy Abbott

The blue, hardback book Favorite Poems Old and News carries an inscription “To Amy LeNore, from Grammy and Grandpa, March 21, 1967.” A tiny orange sticker says Sandy Book Store, Clearwater, Florida, on the inside back cover.

My grandparents wintered in Florida and often brought books to my brother and me in Indiana. By age ten, I was a reader in my own right. My parents read to us, and each loved reading.

Now dog-eared and fragile, the book contained such riches that I read it again and again, opening cautiously like a museum window lined in velvet, showcasing precious stones.

In the anthology, I first discovered Teasdale’s “Barter,” Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost. And, cummings, the queer old balloonman whistles far and wee and bettyandisbel come dancing. Longfellow, the Psalms, Wordsworth or Wallace Stevens. For half a century, my precious book is my go-to during times of joy and sorrow. I slip my hand into the museum case and choose a sparkling diamond or an emerald. I’m whisked off to Kipling’s world, or Thayer’s where there’s no joy in Mudville. I’ve wandered with Poe in his sepulcher by the sea or at the seashore with Robert Louis Stevenson.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: When I saw this prompt, I immediately knew I would write about the ragged blue book on my desk. Favorite Poems Old and New is among the first items I would grab if my house were burning down. It was easy to write about this book, as I have loved it for nearly 50 years.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Amy Abbott writes two syndicated columns for Senior Wire News Service, including “A Healthy Age” (on senior health) and “The Raven Lunatic “(humor.) She is the author of multiple books, and is currently featured in These Winter Months: An Anthology of the Late Orphan Projectby The Backpack Press. The anthology features 25 writers discussing the loss of a parent. Amy lives in southern Indiana with her husband of 32 years. Her online home is www.amyabbottwrites.com.

Aug 302016
 

HOW TO HANDLE YOUR WIDOWED FATHER DATING WITH COMPASSION

How To Handle Your Widowed Father Dating With Compassion

This piece first appeared on AmyAbbottWrites.com.  See Amy’s complete bio and contact info below the post.

We were in the Detroit airport, ready to board our flight to Rome. My cell phone rang. Figured it must be an emergency, as we headed over the pond.

It was my father, so I answered immediately.  “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said.  “I just want to talk to you about something.”

“Okay, but we’re boarding in a few minutes,” I said, checking the time on my Smart Phone.

“I will always love your mother, for the rest of my life,” he said. “But sometimes I get lonely. I think I would like some female companionship.  I’m calling you first, and then I’m going to call your brother.”

Not our usual call. My mother died ten months before after a long siege with vascular dementia. Dad cared for her until three weeks before her death. He could not longer lift her. She moved to a skilled nursing facility within their retirement complex.

He had never asked my permission or approval for anything.  The last time I discussed anything with him was when I informed my parents I was going to graduate school. They weren’t delighted.  Their affirmation shortly came when I told them I had a job on the alumni magazine.

“Of course,” I told him. “You deserve some happiness.”  I hung up, and we boarded the plane.

Dad had kissed a few female frogs before he found a princess. I didn’t think much of it until he found someone special. His princess, four years later, is now a part of our family. They’ve stayed in their respective apartments in different levels of care. I took my time getting to know her. Now we’re friends.  I’ve learned a few things along the way that I want to share.

 Respect her for the person she is. She is not my mother, and will never be my mother. That’s okay. I can honor and respect her for the person she is. She is someone who cares for my dad, travels with him, and takes care of him when he is sick. She makes him laugh, and he gives her flowers. My mother, like me, was clumsy.  His new friend, he likes to brag, was a “varsity cheerleader in high school.”

They often double date with my brother and his significant other. They go to the symphony, new restaurants, and drives in the countryside.

Respect their privacy.  You expect privacy in your relationship, give them privacy in theirs.  Some issues are none of your business. Period. They aren’t seventeen and sneaking someone in through the back window.

Don’t shut down the memories of your loved one. My parents were married for 57 years. His friend has her memories and her past. Neither of their histories is going away. Learn to be comfortable talking about your loved ones, but don’t forget to ask about her loved ones.  I recognize the gift of having parents in a long-term, intact marriage.

When they first had a picture taken together for her church directory, that was difficult for me. Dad did not remove pictures of my mom, much as he has not removed her from his heart. Dad added his new friend to our mix. The addition didn’t take away the past.

Appreciate her good qualities. For God’s sake, don’t compare her to your mother.  Again, she’s not your mom.  She’s somebody who bought your brother a hula skirt and made him wear it. I swear, if she had the coconut bra, she would have given him that as well. She gets Dad out of his comfort zone sometimes.

Get over yourself.  It isn’t your life. As you accept your children’s relationships, accept your widowed parent’s relationship. Make your judgment and don’t let others sway you.  Recognize not everyone is going to be happy about his new life.  Our human nature is to resist change. Adjusting to the new normal takes time.  I had a wonderful mother for 55 years, and her memory did not vanish when she passed. When a family member has dementia, you learn to accept change on its terms.

You have a choice. Sit on your behind and mourn, or move forward.

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