Friday, November 09, 2012
Afraid Of The Dark
My Dad has dementia.
Last night we learned that he has been sectioned under the Mental Health Act because he has become aggressive towards my Mum, a woman he has loved unreservedly for 68 years. They took him away in an ambulance at 7pm.
I wrote here about my Dad's love of music, but I don't think the Readers Digest box sets have been played for years, most have gone to charity shops, and the easy listening cassettes are gathering dust on their crappy Woolworths plastic carousel.
Throughout my childhood he would sing random snatches of popular songs from the 40s and 50s in a bad, mock Howard Keel baritone, with parodic lyrics ('Hey there, you with the straw in your ears').
All those old Rodgers & Hammerstein numbers were grist to his mill of mangling.
He'd have gone for the Carousel version of this, but as his last son and a 60s baby, I'm posting Gerry.
And trying to keep it together.