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You reminded me I hadn't rec-ed the OP. ;)
My dad was in Florida when he became ill, and didn't let us know the extent of the problem until he flew home at the end of January 2003. We learned in the spring from his neighbour that he'd been essentially incapacitated for a few weeks, after probably breaking a bone in his hip but not seeking care, and that was hard to find out.
He'd been spending winters there for a few years in a trailer, as my mum and he had decided, in their fifth decade of marriage, to spend 10 years separating, getting back together, ... which they'd done that summer, then separated in the fall. All the kids stayed very close to both of them and they got back together when he came home. My sister picked him up at the airport in Toronto and took him directly to the ER closest to her home, but had to leave him after a while because she had little kids. So when he figured he'd been there long enough waiting for his appointment with the orthopaedic surgeon a few days later to be confirmed, he started kicking up a stink. He had to leave, his daughter was the only family he had there (true, the rest of us live in other cities ... my mum lives six blocks from my sister), her partner was out of town, she couldn't be driving 30 miles in the middle of the night to get him, etc. etc. So at that moment, my mum walked into the room. Oh, who is this? says the doc. Um, that would be my wife, says my dad. She took him home and was by his bed for the next six weeks.
Anyhow, my point, and I did have one. That was going to be my dad's last winter in Florida, anyhow. He couldn't stand it anymore -- surrounded by Republicans and NRA ball caps. We'd set him up with an online email account before his last trip, and he'd go to the library and answer our messages every couple of days. The funny coincidence is that my brother and I both sent him the joke I'll put below -- my dad was a huge fan of Abbott and Costello and frequently asked who was on first. He printed out copies and, as a friendly gesture, gave them to some of his neighbours in the trailer park. ;)
My brother and I then performed it at the memorial gathering of friends and family we had in our old home town a few weeks after his death. So -- my dad is with you all in spirit too!
I kind of dedicated my share of the march on the US Embassy in March 2003, a few days after he died, to my dad. It was pouring rain and we were knee-deep in frozen slush, so my steamed-up glasses weren't too noticeable.
Hu's on First
By James Sherman (We take you now to the Oval Office.)
George: Condi! Nice to see you. What's happening? Condi: Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China. George: Great. Lay it on me. Condi: Hu is the new leader of China. George: That's what I want to know. Condi: That's what I'm telling you. George: That's what I'm asking you. Who is the new leader of China? Condi: Yes. George: I mean the fellow's name. Condi: Hu. George: The guy in China. Condi: Hu. George: The new leader of China. Condi: Hu. George: The Chinaman! Condi: Hu is leading China. George: Now whaddya' asking me for? Condi: I'm telling you Hu is leading China. George: Well, I'm asking you. Who is leading China? Condi: That's the man's name. George: That's who's name? Condi: Yes. George: Will you or will you not tell me the name of the new leader of China? Condi: Yes, sir. George: Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he was in the Middle East. Condi: That's correct. George: Then who is in China? Condi: Yes, sir. George: Yassir is in China? Condi: No, sir. George: Then who is? Condi: Yes, sir. George: Yassir? Condi: No, sir. George: Look, Condi. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone. Condi: Kofi? George: No, thanks. Condi: You want Kofi? George: No. Condi: You don't want Kofi. George: No. But now that you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N. Condi: Yes, sir. George: Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N. Condi: Kofi? George: Milk! Will you please make the call? Condi: And call who? George: Who is the guy at the U.N? Condi: Hu is the guy in China. George: Will you stay out of China?! Condi: Yes, sir. George: And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N. Condi: Kofi. George: All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone. (Condi picks up the phone.) Condi: Rice, here. George: Rice? Good idea. And a couple of egg rolls, too. Maybe we should send some to the guy in China. And the Middle East. Can you get Chinese food in the Middle East?
To absent dads! :toast:
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