I Cried Tonight

I'm not sure I can make you understand or want you to have to understand, for that matter - But growing up with a sick parent, in a sick household, and having that parent die, and having those three children grow up together which bonds you in a way you probably don't know exists? Is good - but sucks.

I talked to Bro and Mo today, and we talked about a strange bond. One of my Dad's Old Boy Scout's Wife died. But this Dad's Old Boy Scout's Guy was a really special Guy. Really special. Like - I can remember exactly where he sat in church. And I can remember exactly where he sat at Boy Scout Dinners. He always had a really proud demeanor. When he came to help Dad, he STILL had that proud demeanor. (Both for Dad and for him.) And nodded in this very professional way.

But saddest of all - He carried my Dad, when Dad couldn't walk, up the hill at Boy Scout Camp. Yeah - He did. Makes me weep still. A harrowing sight.

And, more touching still?, - He walked Dad back down the aisle - going the other way. To that good place. In his "coots" (N's word) and in his Eagle Scout Regalia. Still makes me proud. Still makes me cry.

This guy doesn't seem old to me, remains part of my dad, and has lost his wife. Sad. A sad I can't describe. Made my Mom sad too. Guess this is part of being old.......

S-bro will get this. (I didn't know when I talked to you. And I'm not quite sure why it makes me so sad.) Love you. -R. Whoowie! Sad one here!