my black and white

black and whiteThere are some things that I have never questioned.  I love my family.  My babies.  My sisters.  My brother, yes, Buttercup even you.  My parents.  It’s black and white.  My dad, strong, proud, quiet, handsome and intelligent.  loving.  and right…  is receiving care in what he knows as his last days.  He is awake all but and hour or two a day.  And during those waking hours he reaches for what his heart knows as familiar.  for comfort.  for love.  for my mom’s hand 20 or 30 times during the night.  He turns on the light to see her.  This… his heart… adds gold to my black and white.  Thank you, dad.