My parents got married on April 14, 1957. They celebrated their 57th wedding anniversary yesterday. We were glad to be here to celebrate passovervresary with them.
My parents are so cute, they kill me. They’re not the cutesy, lovey doveu types, they’re just so comfortable with each other it’s adorable. Like the way my mom rolls her eyes when my dad tells an off color joke. Or the way my dad thanks me for helping in the kitchen so he doesn’t have to.
But, they’re getting old. My dad lost his balance and fell in his study last Thursday. My mom couldn’t get him up so she called EMS. He spent two nights in the hospital. Nothing conclusive was found other that his heart isn’t pumping the blood like it used to. Less pumps = less strength = loss of balance. He looks much better than he did on Saturday. I think our being here has helped them both immeasurably.
They’re living independently and have pretty active social lives. They go out to dinner with friends, play bridge, my mom paints, my dad still has a couple of clients (he’s a CPA). Their home here Os beautiful, filled with art and beautifully furnished.
My sister and I have been speaking to them about getting some kind of assistance. My dad is digging in his heels and wants to stay in Florida. My mom wants to move up north to be near us. Wherever they live, they need someone who will check up on them, make sure they have what they need.