|Pal-Mac Cheerleading 1984. It’s not a great picture, but it was the 80’s. I wanted to share a “face”.|
Right before Freshman year, my dad beat my mom so bad that she kicked him out. If Adam hadn’t have been there, he probably would have killed her. He went to live with his mom across town, but he came over all the time, hung out in the garage, took care of the yard, rarely came in the house but attended all our games.
At graduate school at Penn State, I took more classes that I hoped would help give me the tools to help him. Augmentative communication was new on the scene and I was a star student. Too late, I couldn’t get the VA center to support my programs for him and he couldn’t do it without daily support. My Master’s Thesis was on treatment options for HD patients in each stage of the disease. I got an A, but I failed to help my dad.
The day I was married, my dad could not be there. After the reception, we went right to the VA center so that my dad could see me in my wedding gown and hopefully realize that his baby girl was all grown up and taken care of, and that he could die in peace knowing his job was done. I don’t know if he had any clue who I was, but I know I shared my wedding day with my dad.