My father once told me, "Once a man, twice a child". We all 'zero out' at some point. In early November of last year, he suffered—and survived—a heart attack. It was a reality check for me. On the day after Thanksgiving, he and I were out in his garage wrenching on his 39 Chevy gasser (I did most of the wrenching, but it was the bonding experience that counted). Later that day, we went to the airport and did some flying with a mutual friend. I can allow myself to be sad (and at times, I am) that his health is slowly waning and that our days together are truly numbered . . . or I can just smile, thank God for another memory, and ask him to pass me the 7/16” socket. Here's to my father, to fighting off the dreaded zero, and to living life to the fullest. :cheers:
Here's a photo of my dad and my daughter taken that day.