Time with Dad

 

Getting older kind of stinks.

And watching my dad get older also stinks. 

But it is a two edged sword, because if I wasn't watching him get older, he would no longer be with us in body.

So getting older is a blessing not afforded to everyone. 

I am glad he's still here. 

I often go with him to his appointments. 

He kind of forgets things a little bit at this point. 

He has a hard time walking and gets tired really easy. 

He's frustrated that his body is not working like he wants it to. 

I imagine that someday I will probably be right where he is.

Being so independent but not being able to be as independent as I used to be. 

I get it from him.

My stubbornness, my drive to experience all the things, and my independence. 

I'm so grateful for my dad.

I'm also grateful I made him laugh while we waited for the doctor to come in. 

Glove elephant animals for the win!