Friday, April 11, 2014

My Baby Bracelet

My poor dadddy has been having one health issue after another. I mean, it's been very, very hard on him and my mother. He has uncontrolled diabetes and numerous other problems. I've had the privilege, and I do mean privilege, to take him to his many doctors' appointments. The time I have spent with him in his truck riding to and from his appointments is time I will cherish forever. I never get out of his truck without him telling me that he doesn't know what he'd do without me. Say what? In my mind, it's the other way around. I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'D DO WITHOUT HIM.

My daddy is the strongest man I've ever known. When he was younger and healthier, he could do and did do anything. From building a house with his bare hands to growing rows of butterbeans a mile long. You name it, he could do it. And he would do it so close to perfect that you'd think it was perfect.

In recent years, my aunt, Barbara, has told me stories about how my daddy would look after me after I was born. Back in those days they put your father's name on a bracelet with beads on a string and they tied it to the baby's wrist. She has told me the story of my daddy fussing to the nurses that my baby bracelet was on my wrist too tight. He loved me so much that he was worried about my bracelet being too tight! He worried that my bottles would be too hot. He worried about every detail of my well-being. Now, it's my turn to make sure that he's taken care of, to be concerned with his well-being.

My mom was so sweet to save this flower vase that had the flowers he gave her after I was born. I was his
first baby. He was only 22 years old. He must've adored me so much.

Now, here we are today. He's 70 and I'm 48. I love him with all my heart. And if it takes all the time I have, I will take him to every appointment to every doctor. I am dedicated to his well-being. I'm going to make sure that he's taken care of by these doctors that treat their patients like they're just some random person. They WILL know that he's not some random person. They will know that he's MY DADDY!

He made sure my baby bracelet wasn't too tight. Now, I'll take care of him, just as he did for me. Because that's what you do!

Till next time...



Theresa said...

Oh Dear Kelly! It's like going back in time for me with my own Daddy! He always told me that I should have been a lawyer just for handling his paperwork:) He would always tell the Doctors and Nurses that I retired from BellSouth, even if he just said it the last time we were there! I know what you mean about cherishing each moment! It is time well spent and I KNOW WELL APPRECIATED:) Sweetest picture of you two! LOVE that picture and both of you!

Joyce said...

I loved this post. I miss my dad and it is so awesome how precious your dad is to you!!!! Keep cherishing him! No regrets! God bless you both!