P.S. Conversations with Dad

My sister found this picture of Dad and me, taken in Repulse Bay in Hong Kong. We four kids don’t have many pictures of Dad…he was usually the one behind the camera.

About Suzanne

Suzanne Woods Fisher writes bestselling, award winning fiction and non-fiction books about the Old Order Amish for Revell Books. Her interest in the Plain People began with her Old Order German Baptist grandfather, raised in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne's app, Amish Wisdom, delivers a daily Amish proverb to your phone or iPad. She writes a bi-monthly column for Christian Post and Cooking & Such magazine. She lives with her family in California and raises puppies for Guide Dogs for the Blind. To Suzanne's way of thinking, you can't take life too seriously when a puppy is running through your house with someone's underwear in its mouth.


  1. Mocha with Linda says:

    Sweet picture.

    I'm usually the one taking the pictures too.

  2. Brodie says:

    My dad's dementia/Alzheimer's was a slow process, about 8 years. I remember asking my dad for 'advice' about my life, about two years into his memories problems. He lived in Florida and I only saw him once a year, so I didn't know how much his mind had deteriorated. After I asked him that question, he just looked at me and said, "I am sorry. I cannot help you. I am just like a little child." Of course, he meant he could not process information rationally. He knew he was incapacitated! At that moment I realized I had lost my 'Dad.'

    During the last few years we had no conversations, or should I say none longer than 10 seconds: he couldn't process the last 10 seconds into long term memory. But we sang songs like "I'm Been Working on the Railroad," and rattled off nursery rhymes. I enjoyed even those moments.