I was up at my dad's (again) today to work on a water heater. He was an electrician, and not very long ago he'd have done it himself. He's fading before my eyes.
He thinks I do a lot for him. I told him not too long ago that being able to do for him is one of the best blessings of my life. And to do things around the house for him is one of the best honors of my life. I can't possibly repay all that he's done for me.
I remember. I remember all of that overtime. I remember him coming home, tired, frustrated, and then putting up with a seriously mentally disturbed wife, and trying like hell to give two kids some semblance of a normal upbringing.
And then walking the two blocks to his own parents' house. To fix the plumbing. Or wire a new light switch. Or help them put out their garden. Never thinking of the example he was setting.
Every time I see some idiot lament the current state of our society, I know what's missing. A dad.