This Sunday is Father’s Day. I always associate the day with Troy, that was when he start acting different. He tried to work on the pool that morning but it was difficult for him. I felt so bad for him. It would have been nice if someone that knew about pools would have helped him. Trey and his friend Jay came over and we grilled. I am so glad Jay came over cause that would be the last time he saw Troy. And Troy loved sitting there with both of them and watching sports. I remember he slept in the chair all night, he never got up. And in the morning when I told him he needed to get ready for his doctor appointment he told me to call them and tell them he didn’t feel like going. That was when they told me to get him to the emergency room. I had to help him dress and put his shoes on. I went onto my doctors appointment and Trey got him to the hospital. He was so weak, I just hate what all that cancer and chemo did to him. Makes me so sad. They admitted him to the hospital and sad to say he never came home. So Father’s Day is kind of a downer to me.
I was thinking back to the last time I saw my Dad. My aunt had a Worley reunion at her house the summer of ’95. It was right before we moved to Texas. It was the last time I got together with some of my relatives that I would never see again. It was the last time I saw my cousin Nancy, my Uncle Herschel, my Aunt Mary Lou, and my uncle Conley. They all passed away sometime after the reunion. And since that time we lost Aunt Beulah, Aunt Allie, my mother Marga, my father Bill, and my Aunt Flonnie. We all met for breakfast the following morning. I remember my Uncle Conley doing his normal jokes, I loved his sense of humor. He looked so much like my Dad. He was such a good man. I miss my Dad. He was a man of few words but I always listened to what he said. I had so much respect for him. I may have not agreed with everything he said, I still respected him.
I often think about how different things were then compared to now. I had so much respect for my in-laws that I would have never disrespected them for anything. I loved them. No matter how different we believed I still loved and respected them. That’s not how it is nowadays. I feel so much hate from people now, I never felt hate back then. Nowadays you are shunned if you believe differently than someone else. I’m glad I’m not like that. Let people believe what they want and still love them. Don’t push them off into the corner and act as if they don’t exist, because they do. The 70’s were so full of love and peace. Wish it were that way now. We all helped each other and we didn’t care what political party you belonged to.
So this Father’s Day I will be thinking about Troy and my Dad, and my Father-in-law. Wishing they were here. Thanking them for all the wonderful memories. Wishing things now were peaceful and loving. Be kind to someone, lend them a hand and wish them a wonderful day. Stop hating those who believe differently than you. We are all in this together.
Jane is a Widow 