Some thoughts on becoming Dad to my Dad. On him beginning to cede control of his life to me. Of having to “take” over when he is desperately trying to hold on. Mostly, just some thoughts about our time together as he gets closer to the end of his life.
My love, I perused all of the cards that I could find, but nothing caught my fancy, nor was worthy of you. So I thought, that I would write a letter. Days before we left, I totaled your car. Had to wake you early that morning to pay the tow truck driver his fee. You still started the great adventure with me. Remember? How nervous we were, a couple of kids making that great leap. Las Vegas. The limo ride to the Clark County Courthouse for our license. Then to the chapel. You walking down the aisle to me. Silver Bell Wedding Chapel, we couldn’t fathom going to a drive up chapel. A parson, leading the service, a couple of witnesses from the wedding service. The limo? I don’t remember what you had for dinner, I had lamb with a mint sauce. It seemed like the trip that would never
Still hard to believe that Stan isn’t going to knock on the door, or yell “Hey Big Guy” across the road. I was driving into the city today for an appointment. Coming south, I remembered a time when we ended up following Stan for about 15 miles. My daughter and I were in our old 1964 Chevy pick-up. Stan was in his Intrepid. We were racing down the highway. I had my hand out the window, making like I was spanking the truck to get it to go faster… Stan was laughing so hard he had to pull over. This was before we became close friends. Whenever I get sad thinking about Stan, I remember the little things like that. Stan coming into the yard just to greet our dogs. He used to walk our Sheepie, Max. Until one day, Max got a little excited and tripped Stan. Stan said