How do I want to remember my father? That’s a question I’ve asked myself this week as I shopped for a not-too-sappy Father’s Day card. The card I finally selected refers to memories of good times with dear old dad.
That got me thinking about these and other memories – dunking doughnuts in Dad’s steaming black coffee when I was about three years old; going fishing and having picnics when I was five; trips to the ocean for summer vacations; playing poker for pennies (when I dealt, nearly everything was wild); intense political debates; having lunch with Dad near his office in bars where everyone knew his name.
I pray that those are the memories I will recall until and when I have very little memory left. Eventually, I want to forget most of these last few months as this dear man I’m caring for seldom resembles that other man. I want to forget the frustration and sadness of his physical and mental decline and remember the father who was my favorite dance partner.
Sue
About Me
- Sue
- I'm a self-employed business consultant and Certified Professional Facilitator who enjoys helping teams collaborate creatively and productively in meetings. I'm also one of those Boomers caring for elderly parents, which is the main topic of this blog series. How does someone who is not a trained caregiver, who has always had a lousy bedside manner, abandon the life she loves to care for parents and still maintain sanity? Read on.
1 comment:
Sue,
All I can say is you're doing a fantastic, super, and we know, an exhausting job. The other thing I want to say is:
Book! Book! Book!
Paula
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