A Holiday with Dad

We spent last weekend with my Dad. We won’t be there for Christmas so we made it our holiday weekend. Dad is 92 years old. He lives by himself in the house built in 1985 for him and my mom. He still does his own housework and cooks for himself. Yes, the house is a might on the dirty side. He can’t see as well as he used to. He has been a little upset with us lately because we asked him to stop driving.

He sleeps on a pallet on the couch in the living room because he hasn’t slept in the bed in the master bedroom since my mom died over 20 years ago.

He used to keep a roaring fire going in fireplace all winter until he got COPD and can’t breathe well. Except for being hard of hearing he’s still mentally agile. Of course he is contrary but he has always been that way.

He loves the St. Louis Cardinals and in the summer lives for Cards game broadcasts. Which he used to listen too on the radio, but we got him satellite TV and now he watches every game. The sound is turned up as load as it will go, we couldn’t talk even if we wanted to, which we wouldn’t dare do, he may miss a play. I don’t think he likes replays.

Dad, have a great Christmas, we love you so much.