It's An Honor
I am the one to care for my father for circumstances elucidated elsewhere in this blog site. Although it is a sacrifice at times, a burden or hassle or just stress fully irritating, that is only a very small part of the picture. When I'm a jerk I know it and come back ASAP to repair my fumble. Him, I'm not sure he sees his contributions in that arena but I'm okay with that. He does apologize when he thinks he's misstep.
My father is a good and decent man. He tried very hard to do the right thing by all of his children and our mother, his wife, whom he loved deeply and cared for impeccably in her own declining years.
He was also a good member of community, an incredible productive member overall in society. He was not perfect. I was not a perfect child - (might have been the worst?) But he tried hard to do the best right thing for all involved.
It is an honor to learn from him now, to catch up in what got lost. I am proud to call him the man I know with the most integrity I've ever seen.
Not the only, but certainly among the very best Ive known. Most of his close friends were of the same caliber. (And oh dear God dare I say they were mostly conservative republicans? They loved and cared about this earth, the environment, the future of humankind?)
I consider it a great gift to myself to help him these years. We love each other, we like and respect each other and we work hard to get along. We are imperfect adults.
Loving with as much honesty and integrity as we can muster. I know I'm lucky. Not all caregivers have it so good as I. He is not sick, he is not difficult (well not very anymore lol) he is funny. I don't always get his humor nor he mine. I consider it a joy and honor to be his caregiver. Wouldn't have it any other way. Love, daughter.