Thursday, July 23, 2009

Yogi Berra

Tomorrow will start the first day of actual life without dad/grandpa. There's been alot of people in the house so I haven't had to be alone. Robert goes back to work tonight. SO, tomorrow morning when I get up ... well I won't have to get up, I can sleep as long as Betsy sleeps. When I do get up I won't go to dad's place and get him up. How strange is that? When he first moved in here he could still take care of himself. Then he had a heart attack in July of his first year here and it was never the same. He couldn't throw himself around anymore. If you saw him move that's how he did it. It was scary to watch. You always held your breath because you knew he was going down. He managed to hold off on that one for a couple of years. Then he fell off between the toilet and his chair and broke his leg. He didn't walk but he broke his leg. That could only happen to Don Keagle. He still went on. Jeeze, what keeps you going? When you were dying you said you didn't want to let me down. So it's my fault? I don't think so. I wish you were still here. Last night at 8:30 I started to cry. I had to go through that period of time when we would be putting you to bed. I made it! Of course I did. I am Don Keagle's daughter. I have some of his never say die in me. I don't have his ability to make a running motor out of a chicken feather and a nickel. I can't save money no matter how much I have. Everything is NOT in it's place. With him it was use it put it back. Don't ask me for a screwdriver or a hammer or a piece of paper to write on. I married someone just like ME. Almost like me. Robert is way nicer than me but we have the same bad habits. I have visions now of a clean house. A dining room table that you can eat at. A garage that you can park in - and that's only because my dear sister said, "clean out that fucking garage." We'll see how it goes. My guess is it will all be the same next year as it is this year. Dr. Phil says the best predictor of future behavior is past behavior. Anyway, my dad has died. Suddenly? No. Unexpectedly? Yes. I've heard it ain't over til the fat lady sings. I didn't sing but I did give a tribute to him. That's the same thing. At least I think it is.

1 comment:

  1. You sang beautifully, both in his obituary and in your remarks at the memorial. Wish we were hanging out together today.

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