Not One to Complain

Dad in his final years was in a lot of pain with all of his medical issues but he never said a word about it; just watching him move about was evidence enough. I remember a trip we took to the local CVS and when we got inside dad  got a cart, not to shop but to use as a walker. He got about fifteen feet into the store, in the candy aisle when he had to stop. At the time I thought he was just buying some candy but as he stood there and stood there I started to think that maybe he was overwhelmed by all of the choices now available in Hershey Kisses and then as he continued to stand there that he had gone as far as he could go and was simply resting. We did eventually make to the pharmacy counter in the back of the store but it took about fifteen minutes with several more stops. The one issue dad did discuss was the problem of constipation caused by all of his medications. Most of these conversations took place over the phone on my weekly calls to Geneva. I suggested eating more chocolate covered raisins not for their great taste but their medicinal qualities. Dad thought that was a great idea, only he was no longer driving and couldn't go out and get any. Mom wasn't going anywhere by herself by this time so I asked several of the people who lived nearby to please go get some chocolate covered raisins for dad. My pleas fell on deaf ears. No matter who I asked they were unable to get the raisins. After a couple of weeks of listening to dad talk about this issue and not being able to get anyone to help I went out bought a bag of chocolate covered raisins and took them to Fedex and shipped them over night to Geneva for $40. He got them the next day and the day after I got the phone call every kid dreads... Dad was on the phone telling me that he had had the "most spectacular BM" that morning. It's the little things in life that make us happiest or even a big one every now and then.