She had help. My Dad was more "behind the scenes", but I was a tag along son. He spent time with me that I wish I had spent with my sons, and I told him so this morning. It has just been me and Dad in the mornings and evenings - except the night of Mom's passing when my sister stayed here also. Dad has opened up and talked to me more than I can remember before.
Tonight he was recounting stories of his service in WWII and the 3C's and just growing up. I know he's shared some of those before, but he had my rapt attention -even with "my" Cubs on TV! It's ironic that the Cubs and Cardinals were playing last Friday evening, and the TV was on in Mom's hospital room, tuned to the game, but with the sound turned off. I looked at it from time to time, but of course I don't remember when it was turned off. My sister told me tonight that she did that at some point. Mom didn't like baseball, but I'm sure she was not aware of the TV. I'm almost sure Dad was not aware of what was on the TV either. Dad is a lifelong Cardinals fan. He didn't try to influence my choice of a favorite team.
I'm feeling bad that my rambling has turned this post into sports talk. But that's a big father-son thing too. I took Dad to his only big league game in Chicago, and to a minor league game in Denver. At that one, the opponent happened to be a Cardinals affiliate, wearing the same uniform as the big league team. There we sat, me in a Cubs hat, Dad in a Cardinals hat that I had given him. That got us more than a few knowing smiles. It's one of my best memories.
My sister said tonight that Mom's newest final gift to us was the chance to get closer to Dad. I'm sure there will be many more "final gifts" from her. (Dad's hearing has been a problem for years. With Mom here, we would sit and talk with her in the kitchen while Dad would be watching TV, checking in on our conversation, but not able to catch it all. The back and forth nature of it, and two people talking at once made it hard for him to hear anything but "noise".)
We also discovered that Mom had left baby blankets that she had knitted for each grandchild, the youngest now 10 years old, to have for their firstborn. (They have 4 great grandchildren now.) I eagerly await the arrival of my wife and two sons tomorrow to present theirs to them. Mom left an envelope in both of theirs.
Well, that's more that anyone here wanted to know I guess, but it's good therapy for me - right Lorraine?