Hangin’ with the Old Man
Hangin’ with my dad for the weekend while my mom skips town to Maine with her sister Sue. Too bad it’s going to rain on them all weekend… I always spend at least a full day at home with my dad every weekend (for all you out there who don’t know, he has Congestive Heart Failure — the reason I moved back to the area from Boston). But even when I when I do spend a whole day with him I atleast have the nights to go out and hang with my friends and one day to do something I like to do like hike, bike, ski. But this weekend I had to give up all three nights.. and at first I was upset… especially after the hard week of work I had. But, after spending last night and tonight with him just hanging out I really enjoyed it.
We joked and laughed about things and he told me some stories I’d never heard before… And I told him a few stories that he’d heard a million times before, but couldn’t remember anymore so enjoyed them anyway. haha. He’s a great guy and great father, and he has a huge heart despite it failing physically. When it comes down to it, I cherish every moment that I have left with him. For those of you who have met my father… these are some pictures of him back in WWII when he was a pilot who flew rescue missions in Berma.
November 1st, 2005 at 10:58 am
Your dad is my hero