My poor Dad. His friend Dick died yesterday of cancer.
He has been friends with Dick for 57 years. They both went to University of Texas together, and both became dentists. They were each the best man at the other’s wedding. They have played golf together forever. It must be so hard for him. Dad is being the typical stoic man that he has always been.
And his friend and roommate is in the hospital. Bobby had surgery to remove a ruptured gallbladder. He is in ICU now because of some fluid buildup. I don’t know much about his prognosis. Dad was on the way to the hospital again.
They are all in their 80’s.
I’ve told Dad to take things slowly, and not get too stressed. To call me when he needs something. He has been taking care of Bobby, who has Parkinson’s disease. (I think I may have said MS elsewhere - I was wriong.)
It’s so sad.
And I’m scared about my Dad dying. His health is OK, but he’s an old guy and doesn’t need all this stress. Can’t be helped, I guess.
