My Dad
George Wendell Murray was born on March 6th. For those who know and love him he is simply Wendell... to me he is Dad.
Dad turned 70 this month, one of those milestone birthday's, and in true Wendell fashion, he didn't want a lot of hoopla surrounding it. So a family lunch with Mom and the kids was just fine, in fact, great.
That's my Dad in a nutshell, (and probably too simply put)little hoopla needed, just jump in and get what needs to be done, done.
Dad's been my BFF(best friend /father forever!) since the beginning of this disease and really long before that. He's always been Wendell, always there, quietly, setting the example, as Dad and a man.
Now he's become my chauffeur, handyman, shopping partner, lunch date(#6 combo at Wendy's!) and confidant. He's my voice, when I can't get the words out, usually knowing what I was trying to say.
He drops in and deals with me, good day or bad, and moves me along.
He's also now there for Ben. When I had to give up driving, Grandpa took over and runs him to hockey /soccer practices and games. Just when he thought he wouldn't have to go to our 91 year old arena again, unless he chose to, he was tying up skates again and freezing his ass off! I only hope Ben realizes how special Grandpa and these moments are.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be. My Dad and Mom weren't to be taking care of me, again. They did plenty of that already!
I envisioned me helping Dad along as the years passed, summers in PEI and a couple of golf trips in there as well.
Nevertheless, and as Susan says "it is what it is", this disease, and we deal with it and move forward...just like Dad does. We will build new and different memories in whatever time we have.
Happy 70th Dad, thanks for everything and being the role model I try and follow everyday...all my love
What a beautiful testament to a beautiful man. I'm glad you have a loving family around you Scottie. xo
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