One of these days I will have to put together a longer post on this subject, I could fill pages on all of the times my Dad has bailed me out (not that kind of bailing out thank goodness!), helped me through a major life transition, come to my rescue, etc. Of all the superlatives that I could use to describe him, the best one is unselfish. Despite his age and having his own physical ailments to think about, the minute he heard about my blood pressure and the almost-bedrest diagnosis, he immediately began thinking of all the ways he could help me and my family.

Last night, for example, he and his “lady friend” Jean (the kids call her Aunt Jean) brought over dinner from Boston Market. When they got to the one by his house it was full of a busload of girls from Ohio State so they drove a good ten miles to another one, then brought over enough food to feed all 6 of us plus leftovers. And can I just wax poetic here for a minute about how good that food was? Chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, stuffing, butternut squash, green beans, corn, and those corn muffins….really, really good. I may have an unnatural love for that gravy!

He then informed me that instead of spending Thanksgiving at my Grandma’s house, which he does every year, he’s going to buy one of those already cooked turkey dinners sold at every grocery store around here and bring it to our house so Chris doesn’t have to cook and I don’t have to stress out about it.

Finally, he called me about 4:00 today and told me he was coming to my house tonight to pass out candy to trick-or-treaters while Chris takes the boys out, saving me from having to jump up and down off the couch every few minutes. He lives in a condo neighborhood of almost all retirees and gets almost no kids at his door on Halloween.

So how’s that for unselfish? And kind, and generous, and loving, and…

I’m one lucky daughter, that’s for darn sure.

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