A little over a year ago, Dad was 79 years old, used a hearing aid, and had lost most of his vision to a side effect from some medication. Nevertheless, he pretty much did what he wanted to do, and how he wanted to do it. Snowblowing the driveway at 5am? Yup. Gardening? Yup. Fixing cars? Yes, he still did some of that as well.
One day, Mom came home to find a massive, beautiful bouquet of flowers on the kitchen table. Knowing that Dad must have bought them for her, she asked him who had come by to pick him up and drive him to the store.
"Nobody's been here today. Just me."
"What? Then, how in the world did you get to the store?"
"I hitchhiked to Martin's Supermarket and bought them myself. A nice lady picked me up and drove me there, but danged if she didn't leave without me."
"Well, how'd you get back here?"
"I just walked home."
At the time, Dad could only see shadows and shapes. However, little things like that never deterred him from doing things, so he just walked along the road, carrying a huge bunch of flowers in his one hand.
Did I mention that it's nearly 5 miles to Martin's Supermarket?
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