Thursday, October 14, 2010
It's the classic "you don't know what you have til it's gone" syndrome; only I know what I have and I miss it when it's gone. At my age I realize what a blessing it is to still have at least one parent alive and thriving. And as he so often reminds me, our relationship extends past that of father-daughter and has become one of close, dear friends. No mandated, obligatory relationship here ...
So we had our "last supper" of sacred meatloaf and communal wine tonight and said our farewells. Pops and I do the good bye dance really well -- NOT! We embraced tightly (but briefly) and kept it light. I hugged the ladies and we all agreed that time will fly and that they will be home before we know it.
Let's hope so. Travel safe my dear snowbirds.