Growing up I remember my Great Grand Mother living with my Grand Mother and then later on the same Grand Mother lived with us for a few years.
Being the youngest and having two brothers I knew eventually I would become the caretaker of my parents. That started 10 years ago when my Mom passed away and my Dad moved in with the Wife and I.
Today my Dad at 89 is still active and healthy to some degree. He just can’t hear for shit.
A conversation I had with him a couple of days ago about the earth quakes in Baja, California....
Me: Dad, did you hear about the earth quakes in Baja?
Me: BAJA one was 5.9
Me: NO 5.9
Dad: oh 5.5
ME: NO 5.9, 5.9
Me: oh fuck
Dad: oh 5.9
I love my Dad. Growing up I was always his little shadow and he patiently answered my endless stream of questions.
He has one hearing aide, only one because he’s completely lost his hearing in his other ear, but he never wears it.
I miss talking to him.