prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. (91) I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

An Empty Chair and a Poem for Rhonda's Father.

At her wedding Rhonda had an empty chair placed in the front row, next to her Mother's chair in honor of her Father. Rhonda's Father passed away several years ago close to the time that my wife Jackie passed away.


Rhonda's Mother, Rosa Lee Blakley, is in the red top in the front row. On her right is an empty chair for Rhonda's Father Marvin Blakley.

When I checked into the Wisteria Inn there was a bag for me. It contained two jiggers of vodka, a bag of seashells, and a box. The box contained some moss and a poem.


This is the poem.

Death leaves a heartache
no one can heal, love
leaves a memory no one 
can steal. I miss you daddy!
I know your looking over us
all today and everyday.

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