I saw an old man walking today, poking along the roadside, meandering along his path with the appearance of looking for lost items, perhaps bottles and the such. He was dressed for the excursion with sturdy boots, a small pack, and the ever trusting walking stick. He reminded me of Larry. Larry, my step-father, passed …
I’m very sad today thinking of the loss of Larry, my stepfather, and potential loss of my Dad. Am I doing the right thing by not going down there to Langley to see Dad? I feel like an uncaring son but in reality and couldn’t do much even if I was there. It’s a weekend …