Little things matter
Friday, June 05, 2015
My Dad was sort of a grouchy guy a lot of the time before he went to the hospital. He could barely see even though he had glasses. He could not hear very well even though he wore hearing aids, one in each ear. He could barely walk even with his walker. He missed doing the things he was so passionate about: driving his sporty car, playing golf, watching the Yankees, etc. He was always an active man during most of his life. You can understand why he was grouchy. But he had a heart of gold. Every once in awhile, out of the blue, he looked over at me, and said, "I love you." In spite of all that he missed, those three little words showed me what a great man and father he is. I miss him and all the "little" things.