Dad ceased to be sick the other night and was able to sleep somewhat. Last night, he had a fresh raspberry milkshake (flavor courtesy of Connie and Gerry's garden) and slept straight through the night. Everyone keeps asking, "How's your dad doing?" Now I just say, "I'm not really sure." He still seems to get weaker every day, he just has a deeper well than we thought!
Today I had to pay a shop mechanic to fix my car. You know, one of those jobs that dad would've done for a small fraction of the actual invoice. I'm sure some of you have had a moment like that sometime in the last year and a half considering the number of vehicles that have come through his garage over the last decade! He was a master mechanic and can still diagnose faulty car noises from his kitchen chair.
His vehicle motto used to be, "Why buy a new car when you can fix an old one?" I'd always say, Because then you wouldn't have to fix it!" He would smile and say, "There's no such thing as a maintenance free vehicle." Sadly, true. But he did LOVE to work on cars. Last week I said to him, "Hey, do you think they'll be maintenance-free vehicles in heaven?" He cracked a smile for that one!