This Is My Dad, In A Nutshell
Andrea and Barb, my sisters, were at the hospital visiting Dad. They'd just gotten the results back from a CAT scan and other tests: the cancer in his lungs was back full force, and now there's a growth or tumour or something in his brain that is adding to the gloomy prognosis. According to the docs, the time we have left with Dad in this world is measured in days or weeks, as opposed to months.
He has periods of lucidity, but sometimes ... not so much. One day, he insisted he was 55 years old - which he was, 30 years ago. Another day, he asked my sister who that girl was who kept coming into his room. He knows her, he says. Just can't remember her name. (Cue Twilight Zone music. I'm thinking City of Angels.)
But some days, he's Dad.
This day, Andrea was asking him if he needed anything. Is he bored?
"Not really," said Dad.
"Well, I see you looking off into space a lot," Andrea said.
"Just thinking," said my Dad.
"About what?"
A pause.
"Naked women."
Something about the apple and the tree springs immediately to mind.
Posted by: Bucky Four-Eyes | July 13, 2008 at 11:17 AM
"... [D]reams about women and glasses of beer." ~James Taylor, Sweet Baby James
Your dad's in good company.
Posted by: shari | July 13, 2008 at 03:45 PM
Dude, if your Dad is seeing Meg Ryan, can he ask her what the hell she did to her lips for me? Just say NO to collagen... sheesh.
Posted by: CircusKelli | July 13, 2008 at 07:10 PM
And why should't he? If this is what he's been dealt enjoy.. Have fun...I wish you full lips and big tits for as long as long as is! :)
Nils I don't mean to be crass... but do you undertand what I mean ?
Posted by: Kris T | July 13, 2008 at 08:24 PM
Seriously...is there anything else one should think about?
Posted by: William | July 13, 2008 at 09:01 PM
OMG, it runs in the family, eh?
:-D
Posted by: squirl | July 14, 2008 at 09:15 AM
Remembering my father and two adorable??? brothers, "YES" it definitly runs in the "MALE" side of the family.
Posted by: Denise | July 14, 2008 at 02:38 PM
uhhh. sitting and staring into space thinking about naked women is an honourable past-time. ask your newly married niece. or maybe not. LOL
glad to see new posts from you.. but sorry for why you are writing them.
i would like to hear more about your niece's big gay wedding.
love,
gypsy
Posted by: gypsygrrl | July 14, 2008 at 05:07 PM
Your dad sounds like an awesome man.
Posted by: Sandy | July 15, 2008 at 01:02 AM
Great minds think alike.
Posted by: von Krankipantzen | July 16, 2008 at 12:54 AM
He was Air Force, right? Figures....
Missed you at Avonlea Village a few weeks ago. Will be there again this season with my redheaded niece and nephew. Might even step up and identify myself.
Posted by: Lori | July 17, 2008 at 05:08 PM
Hey, man...whatever gets you through the night. Or day, for that matter. I miss you, Nilbo!
Posted by: apathy lounge | July 17, 2008 at 11:19 PM
From what I can gather from Twitter comments and such, I suspect that you are in need of good thoughts and some prayer about now. I am sorry-parting IS such a sweet sorrow.
Posted by: Deneen | July 22, 2008 at 01:32 PM