The Vivid Adventures of Robin Hood...(aka, My Dad)

After several attempts today, I was able to make contact with Dad and speak with him over the phone. He was in great spirits and chatted to me non-stop...

He told me he had awoke this morning to a box of candy beside his bed, which made him feel renewed.

"I feel soooooo good," he said in a full voice laced with exuberance.

Currently Dad is being treated with yet another round of antibiotics for a yeast infection in his urine.  He told me he had good reports on his system and was very relieved.

"It proves no one has to worry about my company," he reported...

" The dear people of this nation need not to worry.  We need to stress peace, especially with China.  Everyone needs to wake up and be wake all day, every day.  We need to laugh during the day with ourselves and with the nation."

He assured me changing partners, making companies amongst themselves to keep the dear people working, was the best plan for everyone...

Dad mentioned twice he would like to come visit us and play Poker...he wouldn't mind living with us either...

Before I could respond, there was concern in his voice as he told me not to go out at night.  There were flood warnings...

I told him it was the same here, but we were being very careful.  I told him it was suppose to clear up by Thursday and we would travel on Friday.  I told him my husband and I were coming to visit him, which made him sound very excited and happy.

Suddenly, he laughed heartily, and told me he was Robin Hood, wearing a hat with a feather in it...

Will you rob from the rich and give to the poor, Dad? 

"Blessed are the poor and meek", he said...

"I am overwhelmed with beautiful ladies, with their white legs ... oh, how I love white legs on ladies..."  I had to chuckle...he gave me a huge smile...

He is so grateful and knows Jesus is smiling on him... A lump forms in my throat listening to the child like joy in his voice...

"I feel so invigorated, alternating and circulating within our groups...and I just had the most wonderful shower.  I feel refreshed and clean!"  I know how particular my Father's personal hygiene is to him, so I was so happy to hear how good he felt...

"God is the Captain of my ship!" he announced, and I whole heartily agreed...

"When the water came rushing in, Jesus asked me if I saw him, and I told him OH YES, I KNOW YOU ARE ALWAYS SMILING ON ME!... It went under water and the ship sinks...it's real water... "

I asked what ship he was talking about...

"The Lusitania.  Don't you remember?  The one with all those little innocent children's faces looking up..."

I googled the Lusitania and it was sunk off the Irish coast in 1915, five years before my father was born.  It was sunk by a German U-boat, killing 1198 people with over a hundred children.  It is so typical of Dad to think of the children...he must have viewed something on TV...

As if the thoughts were too intrusive and sad to recall, Dad announced, "That's enough of that subject..."

Again, he mentioned how he looked forward to seeing my husband and I.  He called me "Firstborn" as he always has, and told me to say hello to all my husband's brothers too. My husband is an only child, so I knew he meant his six children and six grand children.

I could hear him cooing and telling someone he loves them, so no doubt it was one of the staff getting him ready for some activities and then his lunch.

Bless his heart.  He is such a gentle spirit.  My heart is over flowing with love for him...

He thanked me for calling and told me he would see me soon...

See you soon Dad...I love you so much.