I will have a year waiting around for you to show up. Do you know how phucked up my PC will be by then?
I will have a year waiting around for you to show up. Do you know how phucked up my PC will be by then?
Shoot for a 'hummer' then :biggrin: ?That cost me a hundoe. :biggrin: :biggrin:
due to very difficult family circumstances, my father and i weren't especially close during my childhood... in fact, i didn't see him from the time of my 11th birthday until just after i'd turned 18 and was entering the air force.<snip> I need to go see my father much more often instead of just when it fits in to my traveling schedule and we happen to end up in the same city.
due to very difficult family circumstances, my father and i weren't especially close during my childhood... in fact, i didn't see him from the time of my 11th birthday until just after i'd turned 18 and was entering the air force.
i'm now 54, my father is 82. he lives ~500 miles away so i make a point of flying up to visit him for 2-3 days every 3 months or so. i call him every sunday and wednesday morning to talk for a few minutes and since he can't hear for sh*t - especially on the phone - i got him a presto printer that allows (approved list) people to email him invites for dinner, catch up on latest news, etc.
while my father and i are very different people, i've come to believe i do these things out of respect for him as my father and my respect for myself as part of what i believe a good human should do. finally, i hope to offer my behavior to our sons and their families as to how i'd like to be treated when they're in my shoes, etc.
family matters.
due to very difficult family circumstances, my father and i weren't especially close during my childhood... in fact, i didn't see him from the time of my 11th birthday until just after i'd turned 18 and was entering the air force.
i'm now 54, my father is 82. he lives ~500 miles away so i make a point of flying up to visit him for 2-3 days every 3 months or so. i call him every sunday and wednesday morning to talk for a few minutes and since he can't hear for sh*t - especially on the phone - i got him a presto printer that allows (approved list) people to email him invites for dinner, catch up on latest news, etc.
while my father and i are very different people, i've come to believe i do these things out of respect for him as my father and my respect for myself as part of what i believe a good human should do. finally, i hope to offer my behavior to our sons and their families as to how i'd like to be treated when they're in my shoes, etc.
family matters.
Rob, what an eloquent post.
Aging is such a hard thing to get used to, once you're in your late twenties and beyond.
I wish more old people would write more books about aging and reaching mortality.
It could be a great guide for the experiences ahead, for those of who are still young.
As self-absorbed humans, we don't often understand the plight of others, until we too are facing it. Aging will be an experience / battle everyone will have to face.
Wish it could be made easier.
Man, I'm really in kind of a funk again with age. Just got back from visiting my parents in Florida, that seems to be a trigger for these kinds of moods. They make such light of their health. They tell me they were both diagnosed with some skin cancer but downplay the whole thing like it's nothing. They don't bother to tell me until I see them face to face and can see the scar on my mom's face where it was removed. My dad had some cancerous mole type things removed from his back while I was there. I had to be the one to tell my brother, they didn't bother. They have no idea if they got it all and my mom doesn't have health insurance, so they may not follow up for her . WTF. They're only 61 but act like they're 80 and my dad is on enough pain killers to put down a rhino because of spinal problems he can't afford to have surgery on and his insurance won't cover. I can only hope they're around long enough for my financial situation to change so I can help, but it still pisses me off that they aren't helping themselves all that much. Dad continues to smoke, though at least he has lost some weight and looks pretty good.
Then a couple of days ago I had some business in the town I grew up in. I had some time to kill before a meeting and drove by the house I grew up in and my old jr high and high school. It was very strange to see kids playing in the streets and at the house where I used to play when I was 6-15. It brought back some bad memories driving by the jr. high and seeing the ropes hanging down in the window of the gym I never could climb in gym class.
i tried the same approach with my sister years ago - "sis, if you can stop smoking for a year, we'll take you to paris and london with us for a 2 week vacation".You can not change people, you can only learn from them. My mom still smokes and drinks a good bit and I try to make bets with her to stop but I just don't see that's going to happen. <snip>
WOOHOO, supposedly I'm going to live to 92!!!
Sarge, since a rather young age I've had a fascination with being frozen when I die. I think it's a natural fascination and a facet of our psyche seeking out ways of self-preservation.
Mine ended up being 87. My dad is 86 right now and not doing well- hopefully he will make 87 in February.