It has been a sad month since our finish. On July 19 - Bob Lakey - Janice's father passed. The most profound moment during our marathon weekend was going to visit Bob. He could not speak much and he was weak. But the way his eyes lit up and sparkled so when he saw Janice - the way he held her hand so tightly - the tremendous amount of love that passed between them as they held hands - is something I will never forget. He was a great man, a loving husband and an even better dad.
I See You Dancing Father
No sooner downstairs after the night’s rest
And in the door
Then you started to dance a step in the middle of the kitchen floor.
And as you danced
You whistled.
You made your own music
Always in tune with yourself.
Well, nearly always, anyway.
And whenever I think of you
I go back beyond the old man
Mind and body broken
To find the unbroken man.
It is the moment before the dance begins,
Your lips are enjoying themselves
Whistling an air.
Whatever happens or cannot happen
In the time I have to spare
I see you dancing, father.
---Brendan Kennelly
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