As much as we like to imagine we won’t be the one, sometimes we are. My monkey friend George reminds me that I have been lucky so far; a few weeks in 2004 was just the beginning for me I am afraid. There will be more in the future I am afraid.
My dad had hip replacement surgery last Friday. The procedure went well, and he was discharged on Sunday, with physical therapy scheduled for Monday. My mom got sick on Sunday night, and couldn’t bring him to his appointment. I volunteered to transport him to and from therapy. He called that morning and explained that he really needed bathing. Could I pick him up early and bring him to my Nana’s house so he could use her walk-in shower? An hour later, we were standing in her bathroom, unloading my dad’s Pert Plus and Irish Spring from a ratty blue duffle bag.
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