We did the normal, lunch out then back to the house where we just chatted and reminisced. my Dad was mostly quiet. my oldest brother did a lot of trying to bring up old stuff, stories that have been shared through the years. Dad seemed a bit aggitated by this though, so we didn't push it. He did a lot of dozing in His chair, though He did laugh at a story or a joke now and then.
When it was finally time to go, i was the last to hug my Dad, and He did something i've never seen or had Him do before. As i hugged Him, i said my normal "i love You" and my Dad, instead of His typical, "I love you too" grabbed my arm as i turned to walk away, pulled me to Him, looked me in the eye and said, "I love you" with so much emotion and intensity that i felt almost an electrical charge go through my body.
Of course we both know, He's afraid that maybe next time He won't remember me? That this will be one of the last times we are all together with Him still with us mentally.
i took a picture of Him and mom, my mom was so tender and loving in the photo, going to Him and kneeling at His side, despite her 88 years, on her knees holding Him. Despite her determination to keep Him, you can see it in His eyes in that picture, somethings are already gone. He's slipping away from her, from us, from Himself...
He was never Daddy or Pops or even someone i didn't feel fearful of growing up, but He was always there, providing, leading and being the Man He was raised to be. Despite missing having the kind of relationship i wished we could of had when i was a kid...i know He is now proud of me, that He worries about me, and that He'd give anything for me to be happy.
i love You Dad, and i hope that the future is kind and that we can provide You with all that You need to have quality of life while You are here with us and that when it comes time for You to leave us, You are ready for all that comes next...









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