My dad is in the winter of his life.
My parents drove up today to drop off a very old wheelbarrow my dad gave to me. It is so old and rusty. I don't know if it can hold any soil!
My Dear Daddy has Parkinson's. His memory is fading. His body is slowing down.
This man who whisked my mother off her feet, and loved his family completely, is slowing down. Too much.
It is scary. I don't want to see this. He told me today that he doesn't remember the drive to our house anymore.
Old Blue. My dad's first work truck. He restored it a few years ago. My sweet parents. And, the old barn at the house I grew up in.
I Love you, Mom and Dad.