What is wanted is not the will to believe, but the will to find out, which is the exact opposite.—Bertrand Russell (1872-1970)
Friday morning, the kids left for the annual Band Trip. This year’s trip was to San Antonio. Suna and I had the evening to ourselves, so we ate BBQ.
We went to see my dad Saturday morning. She has blogged several of the pictures on Flickr. The one I’ve posted here shows Dad without glasses for the first time in 40 years. He’s 85 and had eye surgery on both eyes now. So he no longer needs them. Isn’t that cool?
So, that brings me to this week’s Grateful Monday.
I am so grateful to still have my father around to guide and inspire me after all of these years. How many people my age have that luxury? Especially since I arrived so late in my parents’ lives.
Losing Mom was about the hardest thing that ever happened, even though it took so long everybody was relieved when she finally passed—maybe because it took so took so long, five years. When Dad goes, I hope he goes quietly in his sleep after a long day walking around his farm, resting secure in his beliefs.
In the meantime, I am so grateful to have him around, even if I don’t do a really good job of keeping in touch. Even if we really don’t get along all that well. And even if we disagree on so many topics that are important to us both. I get sad every time he mentions that he won’t be around that much longer. I sadly agree with him. “Not more than another twenty, twenty-five years,” I say.