While the title may seem to be an oxymoron, it really is not. My paternal grandmother Helen used to say "Nothing is so permanent as change."
Today, we travel to Pennsylvania to pick up my Dad (and stepmother and step-sister) and bring them to Maryland to see the house. My Dad, 74 this week, has suffered a few major strokes and many TIA's (or mini-strokes.) They have left him physically debilitated and with a very short attention span. He is unable to drive and aside from occasional trips to the doctor, he does not get out much. Lately, he has had difficulty getting motivated to even get out of bed, shower and generally take good care of himself.
So we will pick the group and bring them to Galena to visit for the day. We have a surprise birthday lunch readied for him. The kids have prepared birthday cards for him. We will bathe and shave him. Hopefully he will leave here refreshed and with a sense that he is loved, now more than ever.
How ironic that we begin our lives dependent upon our parents for the basic necessities of life. And often we end our lives dependent upon our children and others. So while we celebrate the traditional birthday of the family patriarch, we recognize that things have indeed changed.
You see, October is a bad month for me. My mother passed away 14 years ago on October 23rd. For whatever reason, she was called "home" too early. I miss her. And I am determined to make the most of whatever time I have left with my father.
Happy Birthday Dad! We love you.