Poppy has had to go on without her. I can't imagine how hard it is to continue living without the person that's been by your side for 67 years. I just can't even comprehend the pain that must come with that. She was his world. He took care of her. She was his priority. Now he has time. Lots of time and no one to spend it on. He lives to take care of others, not himself. The running joke in our family is that Poppy used to not let you leave without kicking your tires and checking your oil. If he got around easier we'd probably still have that delay before pulling out.
At his 93rd birthday we were singing happy birthday and at the end someone continued with "and many more" and he just said, "oh I hope not!" I'm pretty sure he meant it. Life is hard when you're 93 and living without the person you love more than any other.
Ty and I took Poppy out to dinner the other night. This is something I don't do nearly enough and he is only 10 minutes away. It struck me as I carried Ty in one hand and Poppy willingly held on and leaned on my other arm how much things have changed.
One thing stays absolutely the same though. He still worries about others and you don't leave his retirement home without him standing in his window watching you pull out until he can't see your car anymore.
|That's him in the window... watching.|