A river cuts through rock, not because of it's power, but it's persistence.
Oh, how true this is. I have used this graphic before, but never did it mean so much, thinking about my Father, his incredible strength, and his ability to manage my Mother's fading memory with not only love, but compassion.
My Dad is a gem. He is an awesome man, and last night my darling Daughter, her BF, Mom and Dad and me went out to dinner. Mom was unable to follow the conversation. Mom was unable to remember basic things about me and my Daughter. She told her BF that it was nice to meet him, and she has met him a number of times. My sadness over all of this, is powerful.
My thankfulness, that my parents found each other, at the University of Iowa, fell in love, and remain in love to this day, is one powerful and magnificent bit of luck, in a difficult journey.
My parents are leaving tomorrow, to finish their road trip home. Dad seems unburdened by Mom's illness. He seems to take it in stride. He has been the rock for our whole family, and we have been able to look to him for the most sage of advice. He is the example of how to treat someone with increasingly awful memory issues with love and dignity.
I could not be prouder to be his daughter today, and every day for that matter. I told him that at dinner, and thanked him for all he has done for me, and gave him a card and a couple of books for Father's Day. He isn't good with compliments, and my effusive praise just makes him nod. He already knew how I felt, but it felt good to tell him. Mom had tears in her eyes. I think there is a part of her that knows how important this wonderful man is to her, and it touches me deeply.
Thanks, Mom and Dad for being an example of how to be, how to treat people, how to live life with love, dignity and fun. I will never be as good as you are, and that's OK with me.