Growing Up With Dad

I have fond memories growing up in a rural areaand the value of a dollar. As I grew older I
of Connecticut. In the summer we'd play baseballlearned to appreciate the things that my father
in a grass meadow surrounded by trees. Fromdid to support his family and provide for our
time to time we would drag an old lawn mowerneeds. Our relationship changed as time went on.
through the woods to the meadow to cut theMy younger years we had a parent child
grass and neaten up our very own baseball field.relationship. When I graduated college and I went
We'd play tackle football in the fall and we learnedon my own, my Dad and I were friends. Our
quickly not to cut the grass too short becauserelationship was built on a mutual respect for each
the ground was like a brick.other as adults.
My cousin Rob broke his arm when he gotThe time came unexpectedly, never dreamed it
tackled hard by Fat John. This kid John was hugewould happen, not to our family, an event that
at 12 years old - 5 ft. 10 inches and he weighedtook us on a new journey in life, a progression in
close to 200 pounds. In the winter we would goour relationship, home care. My mother was
ice skating at the pond and we would play hockeydiagnosed with Alzheimer's, my father shortly
till dark. I remember one time my friend Rickyafter had a triple bypass and the valve replaced in
went too close to a thin section of the ice andthe aorta. In 2 years time it was apparent my
splash he went into the ice cold water. We gotparents could not take care of themselves. The
him out but the mile or so walk home was noinevitable happened, they moved in with my wife
picnic for our friend. Even with wearing threeand me. My daughter had moved out a year prior
coats, mine and his two brothers, he was stillhaving graduated college so my parents took
shivering.over her room.
My father was self employed, he owned a meatIt was 1 and 1/2 years from the time my
market. His store was open Monday thruparents moved in that my mother had a massive
Saturday. Pop would be home at 6 pm everystroke. She died before the paramedics arrived.
night. On Wednesdays my brother and I would beSome people told me it was a blessing because of
anxiously waiting for him to get home becauseher Alzheimer's etc.... I don't know about that. I do
every Wednesday was family night out for dinner.know I miss her.
We had 4 or 5 places to choose from so weMy father turned 90 years old recently and he's
never went to the same place twice in a row.as upbeat and positive thinking as he's always
Those were really fun days. Every Sunday wasbeen. He loves to laugh and has a great sense of
church in the morning and in the afternoon myhumor. Did I mention my father is a WWII
aunts, uncles and cousins would come over forveteran. Father's Day will soon be here and I've
dinner. The women would cook, the men wouldbeen searching for something special to get him. I
sit in the den talking politics or recent news. All thefound this site called They have military rings,
kids were out in the backyard where we'd playmilitary watches, military clocks and all kinds of
cowboys and Indians or we'd play war. Whatevermen's jewelry. They have a Gifts4Her
the game, it involved running after one anotherDepartment too if you need something for your
hoot-in and holler-in.sweetheart. Most of their stuff ships free. Check
When I got older I worked in my father's storeit out! Quality products at reasonable prices.
where he taught me the meaning of responsibility