My daughter-in-law laughed as she gave me a $2 scratch-off for my 73rd birthday. Ten months later, my own son shoved a senior living brochure in front of me and said, “We already picked your room.” They thought I was too old to fight back. They had no idea what I had been hiding.
We unpacked the box together.
One photograph showed Colin at six, grinning beside Arthur on a fishing trip.
Another showed all three of us standing outside our first house with paint on our clothes.
“Dad looks happy,” Colin said.
“He was.”
“He made everything seem easy.”
I shook my head.
“He worried about plenty.
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