Now I get it; I understand now how my dad felt

My Dad was a quiet strong type, being an iron worker. You'd think he could handle most anything. When he reached 60 his tune started changing..."Buddy I tell ya, this growing old ain't that easy." I can relate. :)
Richard Pryor had a great line - I think of it often. "That's that 'old' be (effing) with you.'

When I first heard it, I was still young. While I was too young to relate, the line nestled itself in a corner of my grey matter. Now? I completely relate. Old effs with me on a regular basis.
 
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When my wife and I lived in Dallas, my parents were still living in a small town 70 miles away. We took turns visiting at each other's homes. Not long after my dad passed away, my mother told me it was stressing her out driving in Dallas traffic and she couldn't make that trip to our house anymore, but we were welcome to come to hers. She seemed capable to me, so I just thought she was being selfish, not wanting to do her share of the driving.

The funny thing is, I no longer drive in Dallas traffic myself. If I have to go there to see a doctor or something like that, I can do it, but I know I'm not as safe a driver as I once was when in fast changing lanes and congested freeways.
I am a safe driver but will not drive at night nor rush hour times .
 

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