Just a few days ago I was sitting in a window seat at a coffee shop in Miami watching the rain fall and wondering how I got there. Well, actually, I know how I got there… but as many times as I’ve been to Florida I’ve never ventured much beyond my Dad’s little town of Greenacres. Okay, that’s not entirely true because I’ve driven to Boynton Beach countless times but never quite this far.
A sampling of the Wynwood Walls
The neighborhood I found myself in is called Wynwood……. and it’s an art community famous for the many murals that are painted on the sides of its buildings. There’s a youthful excitement there that I have not experienced in West Palm Beach… and I really enjoyed it. Alexandra was with me and while she was off working on a project for Warby Parker, I sat sipping a latte watching the people, and the storm clouds, go by.
Alexandra with Grandpa
Alexandra and I met in Florida to visit my Dad as his 80th birthday is this month. I won’t be able to be there for his “actual” birthday but felt it important to spend time with him and see how he is doing. It’s been more than two years since his stroke and while he is doing remarkably well (given the severity of the stroke) he is still upset that he cannot do what he used to do. And I struggle (still!) because I can’t fix things for him.
One of my Dad’s neighbors.
So what can I do? Take him out to eat! One day he wanted to get lunch and instead of the usual fast food burgers I suggested pizza… at a “real” restaurant. Since I am somewhat unfamiliar with the area, I used my iphone and found a wonderful place (thank you Siri!) called Zuccarelli’s. I ordered a Marguerite Pizza and it was sooooo darned good! The aroma of the fresh basil was intoxicating and the crust was perfection. (Can you tell that I really liked that pizza?)
Dad at Zuccarelli’s
The next morning, I decided to make an asparagus and white cheddar quiche for one of Dad’s neighbors. Barbara has been a tremendous help to me since Dad had his stroke and I wanted to do something to show her my appreciation. Without a rolling-pin, I had to improvise, but I think it came out rather nicely, even if I do say so myself.
Now I am back in Oregon, and I still wish that I could do more for my Dad. It’s got to be really hard for him to deal with a changing mind and body. If there was a switch I could flip that would make him better, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Until then, I have to let him live out his days as best he can. And make sure that I fully enjoy every moment that I have… to spend with my kids, my husband, my friends. Even if that means posing for silly selfies now and then.
Sharing our funny faces at the pool.
When I hear somebody sigh, “Life is hard”, I am always tempted to ask, “Compared to what?”
Sydney J. Harris