88 and Still Driving (Me Crazy, too)
by Preacher's Kid
I'm a professional driver about to obtain my commercial driver license. My dad's an 88 year old semi-retired pastor who has a self-imposed schedule which demands (literally) we who are at home rush our existences, set aside our needs, and step aside lest we get pushed out of the way.
These are not said to be ugly - they're the sad reality of our family's life for as long as any of us can remember. It's just taken the last few months for it to become an unimaginably ugly, overgrown monster of a bully! (Deep sigh!)
Dad goes and goes - the energizer bunny has nothing on him (except maybe the ears and drum) - and the driving is well... terrifying. From putting it in reverse to back up and forgetting to put it again in drive, to cutting right turns so tightly that grass divots get stuck in the undercarriage behind the right front wheel, to his stopping on a primary city road (6 lanes) to look at a building's address, or looking around at scenery and not stopping at clearly-staked stop signs, and, and, and...
It wouldn't be so bad, to me, if when I try to gently remind him to put it back in drive, or suggest he make his turns a bit more on the road and slower, or tell him he can't stop in the middle of the 45 mph road, or three times firmly tell him to stop the car so he doesn't run the stop sign and hit the pedestrians or the other car with right-of-way, he didn't snap that I don't know what I'm talking about and that he's been driving over 65 years..........
I'm intimidated and scared of his nastiness. I'm embarrassed at the asinine lack of self-control.
I'm tired of the form of goodness to the outside world and the reality of meanness inside our home. There! I said it. Don't know if I feel better.
I do feel somewhat guilty because I think I've exposed a secret to the world for which I don't really have the right to reveal. I'm going kinda crazy here!