I had only been living in Florida for 2 weeks. I couldn't wait to spend the day with my dad. This is something that I hadn't done for more than 40 years. My dad thought it was kind of silly but he put up with my picture taking and noting the importance of this day. As I look at that picture now I see a still vital albeit aging man. His eyes are shining back at me, his laugh is visible almost audible. As father and daughter there appears to be so much ahead for us - so many home projects, so many dinners and stories together, so many memories to share.
Father's Day 2020
He is tired. He is worn down from surgeries, attempts at pain management, and an impending hernia surgery. He is on oxygen voluntarily with no one suggesting it. He once again puts up with my enthusiasm at spending the day together but this one is very different. In the air hovers the feeling that this will most likely be one of our last. There is no photo this time. This is a look I would rather not memorialize. We enjoy dinner together and I do what I can to ease the burdens of their daily life, always trying to look forward but knowing that the road into the future is a short one.
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