My mother had an appointment yesterday that I drove her to. She insisted she could drive, but I like to go with her. She had to meet with her accountant to give him all the paperwork so he could start working on her taxes.
I know, you’re probably saying to yourself, “Why couldn’t she just mail them in?” I said the same thing. But this is what my parents always did EVERY YEAR. They made the drive to see him and “visit” as my mother likes to say.
I can honestly say those memories are slowly being replaced with the wonderful memories of who my father was before his mind began to fail him and before that awful fall. And to hear other people tell me how great he was just makes my heart swell with pride of the wonderful man I got to call “Daddy.”