Rick’s 96 year old dad is fading. He’s in the hospital and the docs don’t even give him a week.
It’s sad but not unexpected.
He was 99% “there” all of this time until yesterday. He still lived in the house, by himself, that he and his wife raised 3 boys in.
He had a wicked sense of humor! When I first met him, 17 years ago, I asked what Rick was like as a boy.
He said “Well, he crapped too close to the house and tracked it in, but he was alright!”
He was born in 1922. It astonishes me when I think of it.
He saw his first TV in the 50s and remembers it clearly.
What that man has seen.