My father was an awkward cuss in later years. With the onset of Alzheimer's he was always unpredictable, right up to the point he went to bed one night, full of vim and vigour, and promptly died in his sleep. I never got the chance to tell him all the little things I wanted to, but, you know, would wait until the right time. I never got the chance to thank him for being my dad, and bringing me up the way he did. I never told him that I understood his very occasional hissy fits were not due to him being an old grouch, but because he cared that I had done something stupid. I never told him I loved him. Peter, if you can, if she is well enough, take the opportunity. God willing she will promptly get well again and rag you remorselessly for being a soft 'nana. But that is so much better than a lifetime of *I wish I'd told her that...* My thoughts are with you, still. Be lucky, be brave, and know there are a lot of people standing behind you at this time
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Date: 2007-07-10 08:20 am (UTC)Peter, if you can, if she is well enough, take the opportunity. God willing she will promptly get well again and rag you remorselessly for being a soft 'nana. But that is so much better than a lifetime of *I wish I'd told her that...*
My thoughts are with you, still. Be lucky, be brave, and know there are a lot of people standing behind you at this time