I remember the first time I saw my dad cry. We had a car accident when I was about your age. We were all fine. Got to the hotel, and settled in and then dad cried - and mom comforted him.
The second time I saw him cry was after Uncle Jimmy died - his second son, the one named after him, the one you are named after.
When mom had to go to the memory care center, he cried. I heard him on the phone as we were talking.
Today I left him in his rehab unit in Portland. He had been in the hospital a few days, having fallen and thankfully Uncle Ron was there to call 911. Now in rehab to get some strength back, and then soon to be in an assisted living center with mom. I caught a flight up yesterday, to see him and mom.
I dropped by this morning on my way to the airport, and after I hugged him he cried.
Sons do that to us. I know - I have you. I've seen my dad, a man who at 91 has aged well, but still his body is failing him. I see how he appreciates his sons. I know how he feels.
Sometime son I will see you and when you leave I will cry. I'm sure I will when you go off to college, and maybe a few other times. It is what dad's do. It is ok.
Looking forward to seeing you later today.
Love,
Dad
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| Dad - we always like our coffee |
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| Looking forward to seeing you |
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| Soon they will be together in assisted living- they have been for 67 years. |
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