Father's Day can sometimes be as challenging as Mother's Day. My dad passed in 2009 and I only felt relief. The saving grace is Kevin's dad. As I often say: he can make us want to scream and drink but for the most part: he's the epitome of a good dad.
He's 85 years old and as we've mentioned, he's starting to wind down. He's still active and doing better moving through this world without his wife. He's still 85.
He's a man who makes sure his family is taken care of, even to his own detriment. He brings his "daughters" flowers for special occasions, he brags about his sons to waitresses and in the doctors office. He works in whatever capacity he can to make sure he's "pulling his own weight". We can't count how many times we've heard "I want to be like him when I'm his age..."
We have a sign that we had made years ago for the parents when they first lived with us. It became something we all said when another of us helped, did something nice, or even sarcastically. I rescued it from their house and refurbished it before they took it away. Now it hangs on our house.
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