My father is still alive, 81 this year.
He lived a very different life, was in the Army prior to Vietnam and then was in law enforcement for something like 33 years.
He got hurt in a in-service training sometime around 2000 and has spent most of the past 21 years sitting on the couch. 60 year olds don't need to be in law enforcement.
His addictions are my addictions; candy, bread, caffeine. He smoked most of his life, and is on oxygen now. Thank God, I never got into that.
But he is a good guy, and was always really kind to me. Hard to compare my life to his, as we have such different failures and successes.
He lost his dog of 14 years about a month ago, I never felt so bad for someone in my entire life.
