Wednesday, April 25, 2007

In Memorium


b:1913-d:1945

I never knew him, nor he me, but..


He shall grow not old
As we that are left, grow old.

Age shall not weary him ..
Nor the years condemn.


In the morning
and in the evening,

I will remember the little I know of him.

5 comments:

GreenSmile said...

Your pictures from younger days have a striking resemblance here.

May his memory be a blessing.

Davo said...

Actually, Greensmile, my preference would have been for less of the physical resemblance .. and more of his physical presence, at least for the first 18 years or so. Might have ended up with some sort of personal responsibility and sense of self worth.

On the other hand, can always use his absence to explain why am a blathering idiot, sometimes .. heh.

Link said...

How strange for a mother to bare a child but lose the father before the child's been born. We hear about it but never really think about it. I think that would be an incredibly lonely thing.

Davo said...

Um, Link, just to clarify .. I was 5 months old when my father died, and I do have a photo of him holding me, but yes, it must have been a traumatic time for my mother - especially as her father died (of natural causes) two months after mine.

Davo said...

and further, she never spoke about any of it, and it was really only in 2002, after she died, that I began to find out all the details.