Reunions

Since my dad is visiting from Florida I’ve been driving him around to his old haunts. He’s connected with a lot of his old friends. Dad’s having a blast. One of his childhood friends is coming over in the morning for coffee.

Dad was buddies with a Russian Orthodox monk, which is a bit odd as dad is not of that faith. No matter, they really enjoyed each other’s company. As luck would have it, after being posted all over the world, the monk is back in dad’s home town. They were like a couple of kids when they got back together.

Using the Internet, I was able to locate one of his old Florida friends who now lives in the state next door, Vermont. Dad surprised him with a visit.

My father had a mini-stroke a year ago. He feels fine now, is getting treatment, and everything is under control. There were a few holes in his memory. This trip has filled in a lot of the holes. Just driving around town has brought back memories he didn’t know he had.

We’ve been spending our evenings talking. He’s told me stories of his youth that he’s never told me before. I guess a lot of things have been stirred up.

I’m having a good time myself.

-Sixbears