This story is sure to stick with you for awhile, A father’s scars: For Va.’s Creigh Deeds, tragedy brings unending questions:
Breakfast, shower, shave, mirror. Almost a year. He is 56 now. He looks at the scars across his face, around his ear, along his upper chest and right arm. He gets dressed and goes outside to his truck, and there’s the fence that he somehow managed to climb even though he was bleeding, and there’s the field he staggered across to a rutted road where he was found.
This is how most days begin for Creigh Deeds, a father who had a son with mental illness, who struggled to understand him, tried to get help for him, and was ultimately left alone to deal with him, and who now looks over at the barn where he had so suddenly dropped the feed bucket.
“I lost a tooth over there somewhere, a gold tooth,” he says, shaking his head a little, and then he goes to work.