Daddy

"The most important thing a father can do

for his children is to love their mother."

I talked with Daddy last night, asking about his doctor appointment Friday. He told me they'd changed his meds, but that he was feeling good - tired, but good. He sounds tired.

He still doesn't have his computer, but as usual, is patient about waiting for its repair to be completed. I am so not my father's daughter in this regard. I inherited my mother's impatience. Mama and I used to laugh about our wanting something done "yesterday" instead of right then. He has taken to describing his computer as being company for him. He says that it's late in the evenings when things get quiet and lonely for him that the computer helps take his mind off missing Mama.

Daddy spoke of how he's learned to make his bed. He is so proud of that accomplishment. He said again how much he appreciates Mike and Patsy for their on-going care of him. His washing machine broke down and he says he never has to worry about clean clothes because they come regularly to take care of his laundry and keep things straightened up around the house. Mike brings meals to him that he and/or Patsy prepare often, too. They are going to church with him on Sunday nights (and I think some Sunday mornings) and Daddy is proud as can be that they do this. It's such a relief to know that they lovingly care for him.

Daddy has his hand on Mike's shoulder

We'll be heading up for a visit soon.