Conversations with Dad

My dad’s vocabulary has dwindled down to just a few words that he repeats again and again and again. And again. “Beautiful. Terrific. That’s wonderful.”

Yes, they’re pleasant words to hear versus, say, many alternative choices, but their meaning is lost.

If we’re driving someplace and the light turns green, he acts greatly relieved as if I have something to do with it. As if it’s a stolen car and we need to make a fast getaway. “Oh, that’s WONDERFUL!” he exclaims.

It is surprisingly fatiguing to spend time with someone who doesn’t really provide any meaningful conversation. I’m a little embarrassed, too, to admit how draining it is getting to spend time with Dad. But…after being with him for 30 minutes on a morning carpool run, I have a greater appreciation for the fortitude of my mother. I only provide a fraction of the amount of care given to Dad.

Last night, Dad wandered into my house and came into the kitchen, saw Tad (my 15- year-old son) and said, “Beautiful. Terrific. Wonderful.” Then he wandered back home, mission accomplished.

Tad turned to me and said, “Mom, Poppy is just so nice, isn’t he?”


About Suzanne

Suzanne Woods Fisher writes bestselling, award winning fiction and non-fiction books about the Old Order Amish for Revell Books. Her interest in the Plain People began with her Old Order German Baptist grandfather, raised in Franklin County, Pennsylvania. Suzanne's app, Amish Wisdom, delivers a daily Amish proverb to your phone or iPad. She writes a bi-monthly column for Christian Post and Cooking & Such magazine. She lives with her family in California and raises puppies for Guide Dogs for the Blind. To Suzanne's way of thinking, you can't take life too seriously when a puppy is running through your house with someone's underwear in its mouth.