My daddy is sick. As in not going to ever get better sick. He is 85 and I will be 84 on Saturday, but I am still his little girl. This is hard. My daddy was a big man to me. He may have only been 5 foot 6 or 5 foot7 but to me he was a giant. He was a furniture mover, I saw him lift refrigerators by himself, I saw him control grand pianos…he would sit on a ladder and hoist furniture over his head. Why even 15 years ago when I moved into my house, my dad, his old buddy, my cousin who if living would be a senior citizen and my husband “rigged” our giant sofa up a ladder to the second floor sliding glass door to get it in the house, my Pop was 70 and leading the the charge!
I’m not ready for whatever is next