Tag: Dad

Why Must The Days End?


      This Poem was written in Remembrance of my Step-Father, who I always called Dad,          Abraham Sali, I think of him at times and hope he is peaceful in heaven these days!      

                                 

                                     Why Must the Days End?

                                       By William  McCurrach 

           Why do the days have to end?

           Why do the nights have to come?

            The Darkness rolls in,

           Night reminding me,

           Of, my past, my sin. 

           I didn’t know what you wanted or needed,

           You refused to say,

           So now I wonder and think,

           All night and through the day. 

          I go thru life, a statement reverberating in my mind,

          It’s one I carry with me,

          And shall for all time. 

          My father, laid dying on his bed you see,

          And these are the words he said to me:

          My son he said my days have come and gone,

          I shall leave you before for long. 

          But live your life to the fullest and enjoy,

          Do today what you love the most,

          Enjoy life to the fullest, and love those around you the deepest,

          For though I be gone and you may cry,

          Please remember these words, I give you to keep and hold.

          Live your life with honesty and truth,

          Be happy, be true, be honest and be bold. 

          As I leave you now he said:

          I shall be gone and you will cry,

          But remember this is not really goodbye. 

          We are all put here for a purpose, yes a plan.

          When we fulfill that purpose our time has come,

           And our life is done, and I am just a man. 

           The days will pass, the weeks will come and go,

           The weeks, will turn to months, the months to years,

           And over time,  you will, have cried all of your tears.

           But live your life for each day you are here,

           For the calendar will continue to roll,

           Time will pass before you know,          

            In the end my son,

            We all eventually do what we have been put here for,

             And our time is done. 

            Then he rolled his head, in his bed,

            The vomit came, his eyes rolled back in his head,

            And peacefully, and in silence he was dead. 

            I remember that day oh so well,

            I remember the fishing trips, the pizzas, the laughter and the tears,

            And have carried his words, with me and lived them for all my years.

 

Children Center Years and Lessons/Red Sox


      I spent two years of my life, locked away in a institution, when there was nothing really wrong with me. But I survived and got some good out of it anyway.

      The Children center is located in Hamden, Connecticut on Whalley Avenue next to Quinnipiac College  and Across the street from a Reservoir! The Front is a Gate made with brick arches, a black wrought iron fence and the property is surrounded in the same. As you enter the front you see the Administration Building first and to the left a green like a city or town might have. That was back then the year was 1965, and I wasa young boy of 9 years old when they sent me there!

       The above statement is how I started a story I call The Children Center Lessons and Years that can be found on Amazon’s Kindle E-book for sale. I hope it will draw some to read it, it is a story of how a misunderstood child got locked up and worked his way to release once again.

       Next subject today, As The City of Boston celebrates the World Series Victory of the Red Sox, I hope all fans will do so calmly, and carefully and no one gets harmed. Hard to believe the Red Sox have won three World Series Championships since 2004, after the long drought of the Babe Ruth Curse isn’t it. My step-dad who was a Red Sox fan all his life and who made me one too, lived his whole life without seeing the Red Sox win one, he died at 59 years old of cancer in 1990. So Dad for you I survived and stuck with the Red Sox and now they have won three in a decade, I hope you have enjoyed them from above. I hope some shall read my short story:      

“Conversations With Dad”——http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EBC5FHG
My latest lil Book on Kindle e-books

 Have a Good day Ladies and Gents and see you next time I hope!