Then there's Dad. Talk about a character! Born and raised "the" Bronx, NY and standing at a petite 5' 5", he looks a lot like Danny DeVito from that wonderful, classic show, Taxi. He's loud, he's obnoxious and isn't the least bit affectionate, but there's something so innately lovable about him all the same. The stories he tells are enough to make you wet your pants! Like the time when he was a young teenager and his father sent him up a tree to trim some branches with a saw. Hack hack hack, back and forth the saw went, until yes! He was almost through the fat branch! But... wait! Oh no! He was SITTING on the branch he was sawing! Oops, too late! He and the branch went crashing to the ground. Did he get sympathy from his father and grandfather who had witnessed it? No! His grandfather gave him a beating for being so stupid! Sounds kind of sad now that I put it in words, but to hear my father tell it you'd fall off your chair laughing.
Or how about the one about the lady he worked with who always wore a turban on her head? One day he finally asked her why she always wore one and she told him it's because her ears are exceptionally long. Dad tells it something like this: "Her earlobes were so long that they nearly touched her shoulders, and each day she had to curl them up into a spiral and hide them under the turban!" And he would say this with the straightest face, and to this day swears the story is true.
So that's just a little taste of what my Dad is like. I guess most of this is on my mind because we just recently found out that he has prostate cancer. The prognosis is good, in that it's only in a small part of the prostate, and thank God, it has not spread, but just the word CANCER is daunting, isn't it? He will be starting radiation treatment in the following weeks, and I can only hope that his body won't react badly to it, and that the radiation will do its job to make my father cancer-free. Anyone out there in blogland that believes in God, please say a prayer for my family. Every little bit helps, I believe.
Until next time, Justine :o )