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.
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...