My dad has had some ups and downs since Mom passed away last month. Mostly downs…he’s been very lonesome. I worried about him for a while, thinking that he just might not bounce back from this. He tended to sit in his chair all day, thinking. Spent a lot of time reading Mom’s funeral sermon and looking at the sympathy cards. He’d go to meals and church, but that was about it.
I call him daily, usually in the afternoon before dinner or in the evening. We got into a little routine, talking about Mom, talking about our days, and I’d ask him if he read any of his books or went outside. The answer was always, “No. I just didn’t feel like it today.”
Yesterday, when I called him, he was in a great mood, and excited to talk to me. HE HAD GONE FISHING.
His assisted living home takes the residents on pontoon boat rides/fishing trips about once or twice a month in the summer. This was the last one of the summer, planned at the last minute. Dad said that when they asked him if he wanted to go, he said, “What the heck? I’ll go.”
He had a fabulous time! Between the 5 or so people that went, they caught 31 sunfish. Dad said they were “little buggers,” but they “sure did like to fight.” They didn’t keep any of the fish, but he talked about how much fun he had, and how good it was to be out on the water again.
This, folks, is BIG. This is my dad, realizing that his life does go on. Is he still sad? Of course, and I am too! We both have our moments from time to time. That’s going to happen a lot, for a long time. BUT. He’s finally getting out there, doing things like this, living his life. My biggest fear was that he’d waste away, not wanting to go on. I wasn’t ready for him to go yet, too.
He’s making it, my dad. Day by day, he’s making it. And I’m so proud of him.