Visitors....
My sister, Susan, usually comes with her family for Easter from their home outside of Philadelphia. I had phoned her several weeks ago to tell her that if she wanted to make sure and see my Dad again she had better plan on coming before then. She arrived yesterday which cheered my Dad greatly, me too, I don't get to see her nearly as often as I'd like.
It's been a nice week for visitors for my Dad, but very poignant for me. Saturday he got to see my two best childhood friends, Bill and Ron, and I could see his eyes shine as the four of us relived some very pleasant times all those years ago. As we stood there I was grateful that we were all together again, but I also was saddened to know that, realistically, this is the last time Bill and Ron will ever see my Dad. And quite possibly my sister too.
My sister, Susan, usually comes with her family for Easter from their home outside of Philadelphia. I had phoned her several weeks ago to tell her that if she wanted to make sure and see my Dad again she had better plan on coming before then. She arrived yesterday which cheered my Dad greatly, me too, I don't get to see her nearly as often as I'd like.
It's been a nice week for visitors for my Dad, but very poignant for me. Saturday he got to see my two best childhood friends, Bill and Ron, and I could see his eyes shine as the four of us relived some very pleasant times all those years ago. As we stood there I was grateful that we were all together again, but I also was saddened to know that, realistically, this is the last time Bill and Ron will ever see my Dad. And quite possibly my sister too.
