The thing about roller coasters rides is that you know at some point the crazy highs and stomach dropping dips will stop and you will be able to get off. Real life......not so easy.
I am riding and can't get off.
My father is in the hospital. He is improving but at 90+ years I have to recognize that there will an end. I'm not ready...
I have been fortunate in the last 20 years or so to be able get to know my father as a person. We have traveled along the Texas Forts Trail, visited museums and sought out old cemetery's looking for ancestors. I learned where he was born (about 15 miles from the town of record) and where he had his first teaching job. I have walked the campus of the college he attended and know that he mowed the grass and waited tables to make money.
In turn he convinced me that I could start college at 54, attended concerts, saw my artwork hanging in a show and watched the Music Man because I did the sets. He had faith in me. He saw in me what I couldn't see in myself.
Last summer my sister decided that Daddy needed to go home with her "to have some tests run". He was having problems drinking enough water which, among other things, caused episodes of dementia. Now instead of being 3 hours away he is 13. To add to the problem gas prices have doubled. I know my sister is stressed about taking care of him but refuses to allow him to come here which she refers to as a "Hell Hole". If he were here there would be a larger family unit to help care for him...
I am hoping to have the money to go see him this summer.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment