My Father was an exceptional man.
6 foot 4 and 250 pounds of pure muscle.
Yet kind but firm.
I watched him slowly deteriorate into a frail old man with dementia that couldn’t go to the bathroom by himself.
He’s gone now.
My Dad is 89, and he still gets around quite well.
About a month ago the secondary heat exchanger in his furnace plugged-up. I was able to get a new one under warranty, as I did the original installation 18 years ago. Replacing the HX should take a "good" Tech about 4 hours, but Dad just had to be involved with everything, so it took me all damn day.
On the way home I caught myself grumbling about it......but then I realized that some people my age don't get to ***** about their father's being a PITA and getting in their way. It was a humbling realization, and I hope I'm able to ***** about my Dad "getting in my way" for years to come.
