Today I was with my Dad. Listening to him talk, my heart sank. Whenever that happens, I have the same thought go through my mind: "I didn't think there was anything left for him to say to make my heart sink!"
I was going to ask my Mom, but didn't, what spurred this on. I am assuming it had to do with his visit to the doctor today.
We went out to pick up lunch . . . and donuts . . . and ice cream . . . and in between thinking of stopping for a chocolate peppermint milkshake and not doing it, my Dad was talking to me about how awful my Mother's life is because of him. That is not unusual. But today he said "I have to figure out somewhere else to go so she doesn't totally go crazy taking care of me."
If there was a little teary eyed emoticon I could put here then I would.
I said "where are you thinking of going, Dad?"
He replied "Maybe I just need to put a TV in my room with 'Monk' on it and just stay in there all day and never leave. Then I won't be maxing her out all day."
I have to assume what it's like taking care of him day in and day out, but some days I know I would jokingly suggest locking him up and sliding food under the door. He is definitely a handful for an octopus.
I just had to think of Joseph Smith, and how he emotionally stated "The worth of every soul is great in the eyes of God." (I know that is from LDS scripture, but I like to picture the way he says it on the movie.)
So that is what I told my Dad.
No one wants you to live in a hole and die. No one wants you to go away. We love you. WE LOVE YOU!
I told my Dad today that I thought he could honor all her hard work and sacrifice and daily aggravation by doing all she asked him to do and staying cheerful.