Dad is 85, and we are blessed to have him with us. He continues to drive, although one of my sisters does not think he should; his reaction time is slower, he cannot hear very well, and his neck does not rotate to the blindspots. He still beats me and my brother at nine holes of golf and loves to play card games, especially the betting kind. Watching the grandchildren and great-grandchildren play in his game room gives him much pleasure. Without cursing Dad commanded and we obeyed. Gentle and generous, he is still the king of his domain and we his devoted offspring. Happy Father’s Day, Dad!
Every Mother’s Day and Father’s Day a part of me always feel sorry for people who have no children, as well as for children who have no parents. My husband became fatherless at age 15; his mother passed when he was 43, years before we met. My maternal grandmother died when I was eleven and Mom was only 30. My sisters and brother and I cannot imagine life without our parents, but that day is inevitable. Until then, we are much blessed and gladly gather to celebrate.
Children make fathers and mothers. Some people are unable to have children; some people choose not to. And sadly, some loose their children. For them my heart worries most, because their senior years will be most difficult and lonely.