I was thinking just the other day about all the things your father and I did in the 57 years we were together.
"You guys did have a busy life together." My father passed away in 2002 just three weeks before their 58th anniversary.
I was always so proud of him. No matter what, he made sure we paid our bills. Even the hospital bills for you and your brother.
The health insurance my dad got through his job was almost totally useless, and my parents paid almost all of our hospital bills themselves. "I know he worked hard, but what I remember most is that we always seemed to have fun."
He worked like a dog. But he never complained.
"No, he never did. And like I said, we always had fun."
Don't take money to have fun.
She was quiet for a couple seconds while we both remembered.
God, I miss him.
"Me too, Mom."
In a world that often treated my brother and me as something less than real men because we had hemophilia (and often didn't mind telling us quite bluntly), he never had anything but love and pride for us. When other fathers were abandoning their family or ignoring a son's existence because he was 'defective', my father was taking on another job so he could be sure we had the care we needed. When the world was telling my brother and me that we would never be anything but cripples and a drain on society, our father was teaching us how to work a short order grill, do rough carpentry, and run a bakery so we would always be able to make our own way.
In my last post I talked about how the gene for hemophilia can stay hidden for several generations. In our family it is just the opposite. My grandfather was a hemophiliac, two cousins, my brother and I, and now my grandson. I know my life has been infinitely easier than my grandfather's, and I am confident that my grandson's will be infinitely easier than mine. I just hope that he never has to hear some girl's father tell him not to come around anymore because Janice/Rosa/Sharon can't be wasting her time on a cripple; but if he does I hope he has someone like I did who will remind him that "your bleeds can be stopped, and you'll get better, but there isn't any cure for being a stupid jackass."
With my father/I would watch the dawn/Over the green fields.