Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Dad

This is my dad around Thanksgiving 2002. He was getting ready to go on a trip to Germany with a friend. He'd gotten over the mental and physical ravages of my mother's hundred days in the hospital earlier that year. After this he would have some other trips, get to meet two additional great grand kids, enjoy events with friends and family, lose scores of friends and family members and suffer a number of physical indignities brought on by time (and occasionally doctors' attempts to reverse it). On Sunday morning I made a welfare call to the house where he was living alone (with assistance with cleaning, cooking, errands, lawn, etc.). This was the one you dread. I found him in his bed where he'd neatly organized himself for the night and where he'd had a heart attack and a stroke. Thirty-six hours later he died. Dad was very much a presence for me, especially the last ten years since he moved to Austin. I cared for his needs the best I could. We had a couple of fun road trips together after my mother died and I retired. He kept his sense of humor until the end. I don't think I could have done.

4 comments:

ladyloo said...

I'm so sorry for your loss, Lynda.

Jonathan said...

This is the way Clyde always looked. A twinkle in his eye and a smile on his face. A wonderful man and an honor to be a friend.

Michael said...

I'm sorry for your loss, Linda. I know you will miss him, and I will miss your writing about him.

deb said...

I'm so sorry, Linda. And FFP. I know that you will miss your dad. It's been just over 3 years and I still miss mine...every day. Keep all the good memories close to your heart.