Sunday, August 07, 2005

real men carry purses...

I haven't written anything about my dad in awhile...
He's still holding up pretty well. I think he's dealing with not being able to do anything about mom's illness by doing everything else for her that he can.

He still does all the laundry and cleaning around the house. He cooks- as long as she doesn't feel well enough to beat him to the kitchen..

When I went with them to mom's doctor appointment, I watched everything dad was doing for her. She took her sandals off to get on the scale. When she stepped off, dad was bent down at her feet putting her sandals back on her. Dad knew it would be difficult for mom to bend down and put them back on herself. She didn't even have to ask- he was just there.

I also noticed he was carrying her purse.
I'm not really sure what mom carries in that purse, but it's always been very heavy. Dad had everyone in the waiting room laughing. He said, "Jeez this purse is heavy! It's probably because she insists on putting her gun in here!"

When we were leaving the office I looked back and noticed the purse matched dad's shirt. I told him that handbag really looked good with his outfit.

He just grinned at me...


Blogger Mama Mouse said...

I don't know why but I am crying. Perhaps it is because I feel his loss. The loss of the vibrant woman he married. And I feel his love ... it is so VERY apparent and beautiful that it brought me to tears.

He is simply a lovely and loving man!

6:21 PM, August 08, 2005  
Anonymous Rae said...

I love the image of your father with the purse matching his shirt. That little detail says a lot about him.

11:31 PM, August 11, 2005  
Anonymous Terri said...

Oh, this was too
And what a very special man your dad is. These posts are so very touching.

9:22 AM, September 01, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My mom died of breast cancer when I was 14. There is a good book that helps women who have lost their mothers, but I couldn't read it. I would always start crying when I tried to read it, so I finally gave up. It was back in 1971 and I have gone on with life, but I have never forgotten her. It is scary to lose your mom when you are a kid, and I know it was really hard on my dad, too.


8:31 PM, October 30, 2006  

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