“Dad, how are you today?” I asked, my voice projecting loudly so that he could hear it from the receiver lying on his chest. “Oh, as far as I know … just fine.” he answered. The hospice nurse had a different opinion of how Dad was doing, but this was his story and he was sticking to it.
Oct 26, 2022·edited Oct 26, 2022Liked by Beth Broderick
I have read all of these, catching up on the last few today since life has been…well. I say this with my upmost candor that this may be the most beautiful piece you have written. Your attention to detail alone paints the most vivid portrait of your beloved father ( may his memory be a blessing) thank you always showing us the vignette of your world and I personally think a short story about “The Philosopher’s Club” could be a great American classic
I am sitting in my house and can imagine my dad helping my daughter carve a pumpkin out on the deck. This had to have been at least 20 years or so ago. I lost him in 2011 and I still talk to him all the time. Memories are wonderful things.
Hey Beth, Ok. This piece is brilliantly written. To know you of course is to love you. A nuanced touching composition with just the right dash of humor on a topic way too familiar to many of us now. Having just lost my Mom to Alzheimers this piece particularly moved me. Be well in your new old digs. Miss you - John and I send our best regards and love. Bravissima!
Beautiful, Beth. I’m so glad I had the chance the chat with you in Dayton, and I’m so sorry for your loss. Be well.
I have read all of these, catching up on the last few today since life has been…well. I say this with my upmost candor that this may be the most beautiful piece you have written. Your attention to detail alone paints the most vivid portrait of your beloved father ( may his memory be a blessing) thank you always showing us the vignette of your world and I personally think a short story about “The Philosopher’s Club” could be a great American classic
Your Dad sounds like quite the character. I love it!
Nicely done! It was great catching up with you on Sunday. Now we have to get Laura out here. I wish I could have gotten to know your dad.
Beautiful and moving, just like its' author.
Your writing is as beautiful as your soul. It was a pleasure to meet you this weekend.
I am sitting in my house and can imagine my dad helping my daughter carve a pumpkin out on the deck. This had to have been at least 20 years or so ago. I lost him in 2011 and I still talk to him all the time. Memories are wonderful things.
Hey Beth, Ok. This piece is brilliantly written. To know you of course is to love you. A nuanced touching composition with just the right dash of humor on a topic way too familiar to many of us now. Having just lost my Mom to Alzheimers this piece particularly moved me. Be well in your new old digs. Miss you - John and I send our best regards and love. Bravissima!