Walking with my Dad on the American River Bike Trail yesterday, he was feeling his age. During a rest stop, he looked out at the birds circling over the river and said, “I’m not really your Dad anymore.”
I stopped and stood in front of him, wanting to be sure that he not only heard my response, but saw my face as I said it: “You are and will always be my Dad. No one could ever love me the way you do.”
He replied, “And you’ll always be my Bets.”
The Henry Chronicles 