I read this poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson and it made me think of my fathers' strength and the strength of so many of you dealing with Parkinson's
The Oak
Live thy life,
Young and old
Like yon oak
bright in spring,
living gold;
Summer-rich
Then and then
Autumn-changed,
Soberer-hued.
Gold again
All his leaves
Fallen at length,
Look, he stands
Trunk and bough,,
Naked strength.