Final Days 2-20-02, 9:00 Am
Pop watched some of the Olympics with me last night. It
was the first time he had watched television
in over two months.
He wasn’t refined enough to appreciate the figure
skating, However, liked the speed skating
quite a bit. He said it
was more like track and he liked the Summer Olympics
more than the Winter. He asked me for a
shave and I obliged.
In the past this was always by my suggestion. He’s been
having quite a few visitors and I think he
wants to try to be presentable.
Mom says he embarrasses her when they have company.
He can’t always hear what’s going on in the
other room and calls for her.
“Ruth Ellen, get your ass in here!” is not the proper way
to call for my mother. Ralph E. has already cleaned his
plow about that once before.
I’m not sure how much he’s really aware he’s doing that
sort of thing. I’m sure he’s lonely and stir
crazy and just wants her company
most of the time. Maybe that helps keep his mind off
what’s happening. I’ll call if there’s a change.
Love You Both, DAD
Copyright © Ray Dillard | Year Posted 2014
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