Money Money Money Money
I got $700, Andra. 700 dollars. I can pay for stuff.
Dad and his money are not easily parted. Unless one is selling him a television or anything related to the Georgia Bulldogs.
At our first stop for lunch:
I can get this…..All I got is hundreds. Lots of places can’t break ’em.
WE HAVE A DEBIT CARD JUST IN CASE, DAD!!
Okay. You can get it.
At dinner:
I still ain’t found no place to break a hundred.
Roy, I already gave them our debit card.
Huh?
HE SAID HE ALREADY PAID, DAD!!
Still, Dad was generous with his time at the reunion, regaling every table with Roy stories as only he can.
Them people thought I was funny, didn’t they?
YES, DAD.
Who said that?
EVERYBODY I TALKED TO.
Who? Any of them women say anything about me?
DAD!!!!!!!!!!!!! EWWWWW!!!!!!
No amount of money could buy a set of experiences that equal spending time with my dad.
The Accidental Cootchie Mama 
We dads are the greatest, aren’t we. I hope my daughter is as nice to me and tolerant of me as I grow older. Hope she still wants to spend some time with me too.
If you give her money, I bet she will want to………..
A travelling blogerama, for sure.
Dad may never want to be featured on this blog again…….
My father in law has that same knack for not parting with his money too.
If I NEEDED money, Dad would give it to me. I think.
This has been an exceptionally poignant series of posts, Andra; especially the final sentence here.
It was a poignant trip, on many levels. I have tried to keep to the funny parts and not dwell so much on the hard parts for my readers. It is hard to see a parent age.
It is that. Even though it’s part of the life process and we think we will be ready to deal with it, we are not. You touched on the “hard parts” just enough to remind us that they were/are there.
Probably why this series is so appealing.
If a fool and his money are soon parted, then…
My father is no fool, Sudie. That’s for sure…..
What a gent! It’s been fun trailing along with you all. Sounds like you had a great time – I know I enjoyed myself.
I’m not done yet, Lori, even though the trip is over.
He’s ADORABLE. I just want to chuck his cheeks in the picture above.
Ha. Every time I look at those cheeks, I see myself in about 20 years…….
That is a great picture of you two. I’m glad you got this time with him. It makes me smile, as have all your posts.
Maybe we will get him to the river yet. Our two dads together would be quite a pair, wouldn’t they?
I have so loved this series. There is a special bond between fathers and daughters.. Yesterday, I went with Dad (and mom) to a Dr.’s appt. where we found out he has Parkinsons. I have suspected as much for some time now but to hear the words from the mouth of the doctor, well, I just wasn’t prepared. I will cherish all the time I have left with him as I know you are doing wth your dad. You are a great daughter!
Jill, I’m so sorry to hear this news. Is there anything to be done to lessen the symptoms?
There are many things to be done but….. Ray is a stubborn man and Mom and I know it’s going to be hard to persuade him to change his ways. One of the things he needs to do is wear a CPAP machine at night (for apnea – 60% of Parkinson’s patients have apenea) and he has already declared it a bunch of junk. I could write my own stories about his pig headedness.
Tell him my Dad swears by it. He LOVES his machine. I can even have him call your dad and yell into the phone about it if you like. Roy would do it.
You share your smile with your dad, Andra – keep smiling. The time will come that you will remember every moment of this trip, and, of course, several of them have been generous documented in your writing. What fun and memories you have. Sigh. Missing my dad today with the reading, which is a good thing, not bad.
Penny, I would not trade this time for anything. As maddening as Dad can be, he is mostly just funny. He does crazy things to get a rise out of me, usually. It is part of our dynamic. Always has been.
Love, love, love this, Andra! My dad has been on a g-tube since the end of May, and although has done very well, it’s been hard knowing he couldn’t enjoy food. As of Friday he has been given permission to have limited some soft foods. I took him, just the two of us, to an ice cream shop on Sunday and sat with him while he drank a malt, the first taste of ice cream in several months. It was priceless, and made me realize how differently we relate when it is just the two of us. My mom tends to speak for him–so when it’s just us, it’s special. This time with your dad will forever be meaningful.
You may need to give us an extra “Roy post” each week…even one line. I’ll miss him! đ
I may do that, Debra. Roy has become quite the celebrity through this blog. (Which he mentions to everyone he meets……..)
I’m glad to hear your Dad is getting out and starting to eat again. You’ve all been in my thoughts, and I wondered how he was doing.
What an AWESOME series. Thank you for sharing your experiences with your dad. I loved the picture on this blog post. You both look happy. What a huge blessing you both are. Hugs
Dad is always comic relief. A good pick me up. Thanks for reading and persevering to comment, James.
God, Andra, this one makes me want to weep from missing my own dad. I simply ADORE this series!
Hugs,
Kathy
Kathy, I am glad that everyone feels closer to their dads, somehow, this week. From what I’ve read about your father, he was quite something.
Nice one Andra… loving this series! đ
I have loved writing it, Tom.
Thank you Andra!!! Your writing and passion are exquiite!!!
Thanks for reading, Valerie. Dad is the star of this show.
I am so very charmed.
Roy is charming. So he says.