And that is why my dad is living with me.
So he can take my arm instead of using a cane as we walk into his favorite restaurant.
So we can have time to sit on the porch rockers and just talk about what’s growing and what needs to be planted.
So he doesn’t have to worry about doing errands that I can take care of early in the AM while he sleeps in.
There isn’t a day that the counting of blessings isn’t multiplied because of the time we are able to spend together.
If all were so blessed.
Good for you. Cherish the time you have.
My father passed away a year ago. Unfortunately he lived 900 miles away. We had a great relationship and we talked on the phone all the time. I saw him whenever I could and, thankfully, was with him when he passed.
Still, would have done it your way if I could’ve.
Bless you and your father. Enjoy your time together.
I still miss him
And that is why my dad is living with me.
^^^
Such a blessing for both of you.
It will be 5 years on Monday that we lost my dear, dear Mother. Miss her so much. She would have been 100 this June.
Absolutely right. I’m often “inconvenienced at Wal Mart and other places with lines. The Clerk/teller often apologizes for the delay and I reply that someday I may need extra attention and will appreciate it when that time comes - if that is the worst thing that happens to me in any given day, I have had a blessed and trouble-free day. I usually get some smiles (and a few snorts) from others in the line, but when we set a good example, someone’s hardened heart begins to thaw - we may never be aware of it, but the world becomes a better place. God Bless you and yours!
My daughters were a blessing to me.
I am sure your dad appreciates what you do for him, even while hating that he needs it.
/johnny
I would give anything to have mine back so I, too, could help him once again.
I lost my sister last week, which now makes me the sole living member of my original family of five. It's a very lonely feeling knowing there is no one left with whom to reminisce childhood memories.
My dad would come home from golf and say "I just beat some more youngers"..."those new retirees can't hit a ball for toffee."
My mum at age 85 told the cardiologist "I'm past my shelf life....your' not going to muck me about."