I was sitting on the garage floor tonight helping my dad tie newspapers together so they can go with the recycling pile tomorrow. Suddenly it hit me that there are so many people whose parents have passed on that would give their fortune just to have one more moment with their parents. Just to sit and do something as simple as prepare papers for recycling. I realized just how lucky I have been to have my dad live so long. Does he remember everything so well? No. Is he the young good looking guy in this photo? Not so much. Does he boss me around a bit? Well, not like he used to. But I am so grateful to have this precious time with him, I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. So when my dad takes forever to get from point a to point b, I won't mind so much (not that I really do anyway) because I'll take the time. I'll take all the time I have left to share with him.