My Dad is 85. My mother has been gone for about eleven months now. It is showing in places you wouldn't always expect. I'm not so sure if he is sad, forgetful or old...or maybe a combo deal of the three. I AM sure that he is not taking proper care of certain things...and now I'm thinking my Mom had something to do with it. His shoes are a prime example. His EEE wide Hush Puppies are beyond beat. They are worn and nasty. I have hinted. I have threatened. I have allowed the dog to steal and chew and hide them. We have "lost" them a few times. Does he wear the brand new Reeboks in the closet? How about the loafers? Nah....just the scary old velcro numbers. So tonight I ordered a pair online. This time instead of the off white old man version...I went with the brown.
It is an odd feeling to take care of the man that used to guide you. He taught me how to drive...I now fear his driving. He taught me how to be thorough...he now does almost nothing. He taught me how to face life with a giggle...he now scowls too often. Tonight, I spoke to him as best as could. Some love. Some "Hey, what the hell are ya doin'?". Some inspiration. He said he's been a little lazy. My Dad used to build skyscrapers...lazy was not in his vocabulary. Maybe a little kick in the pants, some daughterly love and a new pair of puppies will put a little pep in his step. We can hope anyway...
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