Tuesday, September 28, 2010
This memory has been on my mind the last few weeks.
We took a long weekend at the beach. This was during his recovery from his more intense chemo, he was feeling pretty good, but didn't have a lot of stamina. One way he coped was to spend a lot of time on various wheeled vehicles. So we took his "mogocycle" many places with us, including the boardwalk.
He took great pleasure in chasing off the seagulls. He would clear them out, and then when they landed again, he chased them off again.
At one point, he slowed to a crawl. My daughter asked what he was doing. He looked at her, incredulous. Secretive. As if she didn't know.
Whispered, "The policeman is here...I don't want to get a ticket."
Sure enough, a uniformed officer had just arrived.
**I have a measurable amount of angst publishing this. It's painful to go through old photos and videos, I inevitably get hit with one I wasn't expecting that I wasn't ready for. And I have a weird hangup about enumerating my memories of him. So I am considering this a trial run.