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Memories Of My Father
Reminiscing with Mom helps me feel closer to them both
Mom and I play Merchant Rummy some evenings after dinner. It reminds us both of my father, who passed away when I was in my late 30s. Mom came to live with me shortly after.
He and Mom used to play cards every night.
Often playing cards reminds us of Dad. Mom and I, when we play, are usually pretty evenly matched. When we first started playing after she moved in with us, I would often let her win because she was sorta depressed after Dad’s passing. Now she’s pretty perky, so I don’t do that, but I like that she still wins about half the time.
“Rick always laughed that Dad always won!” Mom joked tonight.
Mom was remembering the family vacation when we went to the Grand Canyon, Sedona, and Santa Fe. We saw majestic scenery and enjoyed spending time together. Every night, we played cards after dinner.
Rick thought it hilarious that Dad couldn’t hide how pleased he was to win.
Dad also insisted on treating us to our meals, entrance fees, and gas. But he couldn’t treat us to lodging — I had reserved B&Bs and paid for them and wouldn’t let him pay me back.
And we took lots of pictures, including the one at the top of this article, which Rick…
