And a possible new guest blogger.
More about that later.
I spent some time with my father today while my mother was away.
My Dad needs full time care. He is 81, 6 feet tall, 60 kilos, nearly blind, deaf in one ear, not very mobile and has a mind like a steel trap.
He also gives the most incredible advice, has the most beautiful sparkly blue eyes, is sports mad and is incredibly funny.
As soon as I arrived he told me he was giving some very serious thought to being a donor when he dies. Now given he has already had about 15 surgeries and various body parts have already been 'removed' or operated on, I couldn't quite imagine what he had in mind.
"What do you want to donate Dad?" I asked.
"Well, I have only one thing of any use and I want it to go to someone in the family", he said very seriously.
I moved closer to him because I could sense this was going to be one of those conversations.
"What are you thinking you would like to donate?" I said.
He paused, and looked at me with a very solemn face.
"My hair," he said.
"Your hair?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes", he said, "My hair is the best part of me. So I want to give it to my son or son in laws given they are all follicly challenged. I just have to decide which one would benefit the most from a hair transplant."
I just shook my head and he burst out laughing.
I ALWAYS fall for his stories and jokes.
He then asked me how that internet writing thing was going.
"It's good fun", I said, "it's better than a therapist and today I even got my own dot com."
"Oh, I'm not even going to ask what that is," he said, "I just hope it's legal and above board".
He then asked if I would read some of my blog to him and explain how it all works. I've never really talked to him about my blog even though I've tried to encourage my mother (who is already a published history author) to start a blog. I just assumed that Dad wouldn't be interested.
My father used to use computers but he cannot read a computer screen now because of his sight. I read him a couple of my posts and some other blogger's posts (a few of you might get his reviews later - he was suitably impressed).
He then pointed to my new laptop and said, "what name did you give her?"
I said, "I don't have a name and why is it a her?"
"Of course computers are hers," he said.
"The minute you get a new one a better one will come along. Their language is impossible to understand and after getting one you´ll spend half of your salary in accessories." he laughed.
Dad then asked for some paper and a pen because he wanted to write something. I was curious because my father never writes anything now due to his poor eyesight.
He started writing quickly so I left him to it and went to get him a coffee.
When I came back he was just finishing his third page. He ripped the sheets off the pad and handed them to me.
"What's that?" I said laughing, "you haven't written a letter in 20 years."
"Oh, that's a story for your blog", he said matter-of-factly. "I hope you can read my writing. I think you need some help. You could be a lot funnier".
And of course, as expected, his story is hilarious. So, I guess I may have a new guest blogger on my blog (or he will want to start his own). So stay tuned. This is a man who makes jokes to the medical staff even as he is going under anaesthetic and about to be operated on.
He is proof that no matter what life throws at you, if you smile, share a joke and a laugh with those around you, you can get through most things in life. Better still, no matter how old we both get, he always manages to teach me important lessons. Today I was reminded that I need to focus on my father's many abilities not his many disabilities.
So stay tuned for Des Says. I guess I am happy to share one of the most important people in my life with you all.
A man with sparkly blue eyes, a great sense of humor and, as he said, a damn fine head of hair.
Please note the new Lilly's Life blog address.