Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Happy Christmas, Dad
McDonalds sitting all by yourself - you are surrounded by people for your meals and your days. No longer do I have to worry about you driving and hurting yourself, or someone else, or getting lost and not being able to find your way home. No longer do I worry that something terrible might happen to you in the middle of the night, or the middle of the day, and you can't reach the phone and no one would know for far too long. I know that living in a nursing home is NOT how you would have wished this year, or any, to be for yourself. It is not how any of us would have wished it, either, Dad. I wanted nothing more than for you to come live with me, and let me take care of you as best as I could, but I also know that nothing was more important to you than holding on to your complete independence as long as you possibly could, and you did. Right up through the very end of last year. Beginning early last January, this year brought many changes, MOSTof them sad, but not all. Most of all, this Christmas, I still have you here on earth with me, and that is more important than ANY of the changes that come about from one winter to the next.
Merry Christmas, Dad. I love you.