Talking of heroes

Allan Simpson

Three weeks ago my Dad and I spent a morning at his dining room table. He was stamping envelopes,  500 of them, with my return address while I was splitting poetry cards up into 10s and 20s ready for enveloping. He takes such an interest in Poems in the Waiting Room – delivering the cards to Taieri Court Rest Home and reading the poems to the elderly folk. Have I mentioned my Dad is 87?

Two weeks ago he was rushed into hospital feeling unwell and ended up having two stents added to his collection of heart hardware. While recovering from that op he developed pneumonia and has been very ill. He’s making a slow recovery but has just been told he has a, as yet unexplained, swallowing problem which has resulted in all fluids and food fed to him via a nasogastric tube. He has such grace and dignity – thanking the medical staff for every attention and apologising for being such a bother.

My Dad having a quiet read in hospital

He hasn’t felt like reading but thought he could manage a poem or two so I dropped the latest card in today and let him know I’m counting on him being well again soon so we can have another session together preparing the summer poetry cards for distribution.

Tonight the hospital rang to say he had a fall so we raced in to find him lying on his bed with an icepack on the back of his head and his transistor in hand – he wanted to catch the 8.00pm news! We told him the Olympics were over, and all the medals had been given out so competing in the high jump was fruitless. He laughed and said we shouldn’t have bothered coming in, he was fine. And he is, a fine and very much-loved father.

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Talking of heroes

  1. hero: a man distinguished by exceptional courage, nobility, fortitude, etc. It seems that in your Dad’s case, Ruth the “etc.” includes generosity, graciousness…and love. Although both my grandfathers lived into their eighties, my own Dad (Maurice O’Connell) was a victim of terminal cancer at age 53. We’re with you, Allan! Warmest wishes for a full, speedy recovery. And thank you for everything you contribute to Poems in the Waiting Room (not least, your daughter!). Regards, Greg O’Connell Poet

  2. Wonderful! Then, Ouch! We wish your Dad a full and speedy recovery.

    Solo (and poet Mum Maureen) 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s