My Poppa

Yesterday, June 6, was my daddy's birthday. He is 69 years old. I made him some banana pudding and gave his two Wal-Mart gift cards, one for his birthday and the other for Father's day, which is next weekend. He wants a new gas grill and he can use that money to go towards it.
Wow, where has time gone. 69 years old just doesn't seem possible. You know how your parents get to a certain age and that age just sticks in your mind? I always see them in their early 40's. I don't know why that age sticks with me, but Mom is 43 and Dad is 45. I think my father has always been a very good looking man. He is always very well groomed. I remember him talking when I was younger that no matter how poor a person was, a bar of soap and water was very easy to come by and you should always keep yourself clean.

It is just very difficult for me to see and realize that my parents are getting "old" and can't do what they used to be able to do. I so wish I had more time to spend with them and I wish they felt good enough to do some other things. I guess I need to make that more of a priority. I call frequently but don't go visit near often enough. I will do better, starting today!