Photo Credit: Lynn Finley Burt, Sally’s niece
Many people ask me, “How is your father doing?”
I do not have a good answer. How is one supposed to be doing? What is the benchmark? I cannot answer this question for myself. However, this is what I can tell you:
Big Mike/Poppy/Mr. Radish misses his wife.
He does not spend the day in bed.
He empties and loads the dishwasher.
He does his own laundry
He has a new toy, a fancy bike.
He goes to church most Sundays and eats with his family afterwards.
He is working on a few projects.
He is perfecting the lamb shank, having conquered corned beef and soda bread. (It turns out he was paying sufficient attention).
He likes to hear from his daughters every day.
He is not helpless.
He reads instructions, news, manuals.
But Big Mike/Poppy/Mr. Radish misses his wife.
How could he not? Nothing is the same.
Although the grief journey is not a joy ride there are glimmers of one at the pit stops, up ahead.