All he does is sleep within the last few months. I thought he was lazy before, but at least he’d had his head upright while lounging around the joint and had a little more pep in his step even in his middle to senior age.
Sharp decline all around pretty recently. My dad enjoys reminding him that he’s going to die soon. He’ll walk by and observe him struggling to pick himself up or get out of the pool and will remark something like “yup… you’re not gonna be around too long” or “you don’t have a whole lot more time here ya know. you’re gonna be in the ground probably this year”. I think he’s got another 2-3 left on him though. If he kicks it before then, it will be because my mom enabled his morbid obesity.
He still looks pretty dashing, just like his old man though.
Cheers to graceful aging…
Picture: May 2009
