In our small barn in Little Compton
he would be working after he
got home from his summer job.
He had long planks of wood.
There was saw dust all over the place.
He would be on the computer
"what are you doing, Graham?"
I thought at the time it was to
busy his head and his hands.
It's not easy watching your dad
slip away to a disease like
But in his room,
on his desk
was this note to himself.
Graham, there simply aren't words to tell you how proud I am of you.
To put everything you have into your craft,
and then put it out there
is one of the bravest things a person can do.
Congratulations to you
to following your dream
in the midst of all we have been through.
I love you.
This article was publish
the morning I posted this blog