When dad was in the nursing home, for rehab,
I would stay long hours with him.
When he finally started feeling well enough to leave his room
we would "bust him out"
you know, like he was a prisoner.
I wheeled him out the front doors and around the parking lot
then, I smuggled in a diet Pepsi for him
(that explains the "I'm stickin' it to the man" look on his face)
truth be told, there was a soda machine right there in the facility,
but somehow, dad felt like he was getting away with a misdemeanor
when he was drinking that pepsi
On this day, Dad, Jenny and I sat outside, talked, and watched the sun go down.
The staff finally came out to let us know they were locking up for the night;
it was great.
Thanks to my sis, Jen for taking these photos;
I didn't pack my camera.
I'd just had it with sickness and funerals.
Those were precious days with dad.
We shared meals and took walks, had long talks and said prayers.
I got to see my dad's spirit during those visits;
he is an honorable, kind, forgiving, generous man.
I am so very thankful to still have my dad to wish Happy Father's Day to.
Such a blessing