Thanks for the smackdown, Dad
The other day I was talking to my dad on the phone and I was whining about how I will turn 50 in September.
He basically told me to shut the heck up because if anyone had a reason to complain about being old, it's him. He will be 90 in November.
“You don't have to go the doctor and be poked and prodded every week,” he said. “You don't have to take a million medications every day or endure the frequent pain of your aged and brittle feet and knees.”
He was right. But what he didn't mention is that he gets monthly shots in his eyes to treat leaking blood vessels. Yes, a needle piercing his eyeballs.
He just sits there calmly during the shot while I freak out as I watch the doctor perform the procedure.
Yes, my father is brave and wise and I'm glad I have him. He always puts things in perspective and makes me appreciate my many blessings – including him. Thanks for the tender smackdown, Dad.
Happy Father's Day.