Now that dad’s happy at the cabin, and :: gasp :: dating!
Looking at installing a stairlift. And a bath lift. Getting housekeepers. Even finding doctors in the area. Wow!
We sold the other lot so that he could afford some things for the cabin and up here. Yes, I miss that lot. That was my lot. It’s the one I loved. With the flat area, and bit of a meandering inlet to the lake, lots of trees, pretty trees, … but that’s over now. Someone else is building on it. Ah, well. Proof that not all dreams can come true.
But this post is about dad, so, back to that.
He’s happy. Every time I talk with him. It’s wonderful. It’s amazing. It’s beautiful.
It’s been a very, very long time since I’ve heard him this happy. Of course last time it was with mom. When I was young. Like I said, it’s been a long time. Hopefully they were at least that happy when I wasn’t around to see it. A lot.
This cabin was their dream retirement spot. They designed it themselves. Now he’s updating it for himself. He’s learning to make it all his own. And he’s trying to make his life his own.
This is very hard for him. And I’m very proud of him. I’m happy if he’s happy, and he seems really happy, so I’m happy.