Sometimes he had a pretty good answer. Some days he just looked confused. We can see the effects of Parkinson’s disease. He shuffles a lot now at 86. He eats a lot of sticky food because of how much his hands shake. For years now we have watched his posture change. My dad is a strong man though. He would never let this disease get the best of him. “Being sick won’t change me, son,” he said to me the day he was diagnosed. “I know who I am. I worked every day for years to keep my family happy. I made a lot of mistakes in life but I did a lot of things right too. If I could go back, the only thing I would change would be becoming more diligent about mine and your mothers health. You see, son, you have to own your mistakes not let them own you.” There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about that conversation. We used to go hunting every weekend during deer season. At 65 he could see and hear every time a bird moved, every time a squirrel scurried up a tree. He shot was always straight and true. His senses started to wane in his early 70’s. Cataracts started to cloud his eyes and hands started to shake too much to aim straight. He makes too much noise when he walks and spends more time looking at the ground than looking up. He took it pretty hard the first time he missed a buck. That was when he finally decided to go see a
Sometimes he had a pretty good answer. Some days he just looked confused. We can see the effects of Parkinson’s disease. He shuffles a lot now at 86. He eats a lot of sticky food because of how much his hands shake. For years now we have watched his posture change. My dad is a strong man though. He would never let this disease get the best of him. “Being sick won’t change me, son,” he said to me the day he was diagnosed. “I know who I am. I worked every day for years to keep my family happy. I made a lot of mistakes in life but I did a lot of things right too. If I could go back, the only thing I would change would be becoming more diligent about mine and your mothers health. You see, son, you have to own your mistakes not let them own you.” There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about that conversation. We used to go hunting every weekend during deer season. At 65 he could see and hear every time a bird moved, every time a squirrel scurried up a tree. He shot was always straight and true. His senses started to wane in his early 70’s. Cataracts started to cloud his eyes and hands started to shake too much to aim straight. He makes too much noise when he walks and spends more time looking at the ground than looking up. He took it pretty hard the first time he missed a buck. That was when he finally decided to go see a