Recently, I watched the wildlife show, Nature, on PBS with my father in silence. The theme of the episode happened to be parents in the animal kingdom. We watched a lion pride make a living room out of the Serengeti grasslands. The father lion was the biggest and the head of the pride. His playful cubs sparred under his watchful eye. He was beautiful, strong, majestic, proud, patient, and protective. I always thought of my father that way. I didn’t say that though.
It was getting dark outside and most of the light in the room came from his TV. My Dad sat back in his recliner. The blanket I bought him was draped around his now very slender shoulders. Continue reading