This week’s photo challenge from The Daily Post is: Gone, But Never Forgotten.
You can’t see my father in his wheelchair here. We took this shot obviously from behind. My father had Alzheimer’s and was being cared for in an assisted living facility. At the time I had a part-time business printing T-shirts – so as a “joke” I printed a T-shirt that read “In case you can’t remember: I’m Abe from Room 522″.
My father didn’t know his room number but staff would tease him and tell him not to worry because his family had printed his room number on the back of his wheelchair.
My father would so cutely reply, “Oh yeah? That’s nice of them.”
Dad is gone now, but not forgotten. Never forgotten.
pic by Randy Mazie
You can see his face in the featured image at the top of this page.
Randy Mazie
The Writer's Village 
A bit of humor to hide the tears
Always humor, but I never hide the tears, the longing, or the love. Randy
Randy, I was so happy to see you had an entry in the Photo Challenge but it’s certainly a heart-breaker. Love the shirt and I can feel the love for your father in your post.
janet
Me, too – happy to participate. Hope to get involved a little. I have enjoyed looking at your pics – which have motivated me. Thanks for your comments. I adored him. You can see the love he had in his eyes in the picture above – and he was in the horrible throws of the disease at that point.
I sang to him. We communicated a lot together that way – singing. He could talk while singing while he couldn’t otherwise. He would remember lyrics from 50 years before while not remembering who I was.
“It’s me, dad.” “Randy?’ “Yeah, dad.” “God bless you Randy.” Then he’d lapse out and we’d sing – joyful, amazing – touching – and bittersweet sad.
Thanks for adding that, Randy. I read it to Bill. I have tears in my eyes but joy in my heart.
Singing awakens so much in all of us. Your father looked like a kind man- it comes across in that photo. I am sorry for your loss, and to such an awful disease.
Thanks. he was a kind man. A very loving man. But he was 87. Good long life – but too bad he had to live that way in his last years. he didn’t deserve it.
But we all suffer something at some point, don’t we? I pray for the fortitude, wherewithal, and patience. Randy