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 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…