There are no words to describe how precious time is when spent with dad.
We frequent one of many favorite places, Apartment 1B at the Rockwell.
French Onion Soup, Grilled Tomato & Cheese and Caesar Salad, our staples.
It’s nice to see dad enjoying his meal!
Tomorrow he begins another round of weekly dialysis sessions.
It’s okay that he eats his heart out today. He’ll get cleaned up tomorrow anyway.
We don’t always talk.
I’m okay with the silence because it’s the comfortable kind of silence.
What’s important is that he’s happy, he likes what he’s eating and he’s content.
No more than an hour and a half or two, we head home.
Time to take his afternoon nap.
He can’t really walk a far distance without easily tiring.
So we head back and I drop him home.
“Bye dad. See you tomorrow in dialysis.”
That’s it really. Nothing more. Nothing less.
Slowly he takes his step up into the building.
I watch him from behind, tears welling in my eyes.
I don’t know why, I just get sentimental watching him.
Time will come when I will no longer be doing things for him.
Time will come when our brunches will cease.
Time will come when I will no longer be able to pay back his kindness.
I drive off thinking that maybe one day, brunch may be my last with him.
I must never forget to seize the moment.
I am deeply humbled.