tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577160948898919178.post6594750703383721092..comments2024-02-29T17:01:17.028+00:00Comments on LUPUS IN FLIGHT: Lost and FoundShaistahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00259344471712162333noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577160948898919178.post-70101537199975518212010-12-03T12:56:14.834+00:002010-12-03T12:56:14.834+00:00Dear One,
I am sitting in the Taipei airline loung...Dear One,<br />I am sitting in the Taipei airline lounge reading this with tears streaming down my face. I can see your Papa on the unseen road feeling his way home. I too have been on an unseen road all month, and finally am "feeling my way home"<br /><br />I am always so touched by the graciousness of your parents....and of course you and your words. <br /><br />sigh.....hugJeanne-ming Brantinghamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16289074358298750184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7577160948898919178.post-25388763716319993122010-11-21T12:02:38.821+00:002010-11-21T12:02:38.821+00:00I did not know your father is blind. Many times in...I did not know your father is blind. Many times in my life I have imagined myself blind. I closed my eyes all the way home from school, to see if I could make it there. I cheated on certain corners and peeked.<br /><br />We had a friend who became quite famous for songs and concerts who came and played piano in our house when I was young. He was blind. Once when he was holding his infant son, and they were leaving, he nearly walked off the front porch, the side without stairs! My dad grabbed him and that baby, saving them from a fall. It was an unusual moment, because usually he remembered the terrain. Later they made a film about him, and I'll never forget, in fact I think of it almost every time I pour my morning coffee, how he poured his coffee, feeling the level in the cup with his left fingers.<br /><br />I really like it when you write about your dad, and your gracious mom.Ruthhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14204074161539605133noreply@blogger.com