Why I am not Mad at Dad.

Of course I am frustrated that I had everything so neatly organized only to find myself in a marvelous mess.

My father is confused. He is 87 after all.

On the way home from the airport,I asked him how he had enjoyed Nantucket.
He said, "I had a great time, except I missed mom. Gee, I will be glad to see her. How is she doing?"

I could think of no other response then to say, "She is the same."

Then he said to me sadly, "I know she is gone. I had forgotten for a second."

The love.