This Book is Dedicated in Loving Memory
to
Donald Lyman Duncanson
My Father was to be one of the first recipients of Redpeacecross justice.
A Dads’ Clarity through Schizophrenia
My Father had been in rest homes for the last ten years with schizophrenia. It was my
tradition to drive one hundred miles every month on my time, Moms dime. We would
go places so he could get away and be out in the world where he was once a daily
participant. He loved me a lot and I loved him and for an hour or two we were good
company. I got a cell phone and thought it would be great for him to call me any time
he wanted, 24/7. Well after several months of gently reminding him I had a cell phone I
ran into a bad day and took it out on him. I called him up and said, “Why haven’t you
called me on my new cell phone, don’t you think of me when I’m not there? You seem
real glad to see me when I show up to take you out, can’t you call me and say hi.” He
says “Well Bruce I just didn’t think of it.” I asked “Why not.” He returns with “I do like
talking with you.” I said, “ Well you sure haven’t been showing it!” and I hung up on
him. I was mad and hurt. I got to thinking the next day that I had really been too rough
on him and called him up. I went ”Hi Dad.” “Hi Son.” “I want to apologize for the way I
treated you yesterday Dad.” He comes out with “I got a phone call yesterday from a
very unhappy young man and I was worried about him, ...thanks for calling.”

"Still with me Dad?"