This past weekend Lisa and I spent Sunday afternoon visiting my parents. While I was there I helped mom with several small repairs around the house. Most of items were things that I watched my dad do when I was knee high to a grasshopper. My dad was very patient when it came to having an audience and an extra pair of hands if needed. It is difficult to see that dad is no longer able to do the work he enjoyed and I know that it is frustrating for him. Both Maggie and Sally went along for a ride. Maggie supervised as mom and I reviewed the taxes. Somehow Sally was allowed to sit in my dad’s chair?
I can’t remember how many times I was told to “move it” so dad could sit and read the paper. Sally seems to be able to connect with my dad even as he struggles with Alzheimer’s disease. Dad grew up on a dairy farm and has always loved animals. Sally walks to him and waits patiently as he pets her and talks. Sally gets a smile in return, which does not happen too often these days. I am learning that it is the little things, that most of us take for granted, that mean the most to my parents.
Life is too short and we don’t know what our future holds. All those unreasonable deadlines at work today will mean nothing later in life. Don’t let the stress of your job rob you of your joy today.