Sometime in the 80’s Mom reconnected with Dad. He also remarried and divorced, and Mom felt sorry for him. With so many memories shared, they just became really good friends. They would travel together, and simply enjoy each other’s company as they both grew older. Mom said Dad always felt guilty for not being a good father, so she wanted me to at least visit him.
At first, I didn’t want to but eventually Mom said she wanted to see him before he died. Since I didn’t want Mom traveling all the way to Arkansas by herself, I went too. We spent a week at Dad’s house in Little Rock, Arkansas. Dad was too weak to do anything, but Mom and I went on road trips every day. It was nuts, I had so much fun with Mom…she’s crazy! I never spent any time with Dad as an adult, so it was very different. Dad was actually a very likable person.
In his 90s, age mellowed him a lot…and like Mom, his mind was still sharp. He had a great sense of humor and enjoyed saying witty things… It wasn’t too long after we came back home that Dad passed away. He was 91.