Never
Never complained
Never cried
Never slowed down
Never stopped,
Never…never.. never.
That was how my father lived. He was an expert art stone mason, was for almost thirty years. The best word to describe his attitude and beliefs was ‘Never’. I ended up leaving my freshman year at college to work with him during the days because the doctor said that he could not be alone anymore, it was too risky.
Hey doctor, you know what was risky, watching my dad drop in from 192 to 127 pounds in four months, that’s risky.
It hurt from the bottom, hurt through my soul watching my father feel so much pain but never stopping. My Father could be described as the word ’Never’. All those he meet on jobs and out on the street, that is the word that would come across, but to me, me I knew the word on his lips, on my lips and my families lips was ‘pain’.
