Never To Late

When I was caring for my dad in his last few months of life, we both rooted for the Yankees in the playoffs.  It was the first time we had rooted for the Yankees together in over 50 years.  It was a bonding experience, though I think he was more taken up with his dying than with the Yankees.  But it was a bonding experience for me only because I had taken time out to care for my dad.  Caregiving has lots of perks.  It is a bonding experience in itself.  At least I have found it so.  The Yankees lost, but my dad and I gained precious time together, when neither of us had anything else to do but be with one another.  The Yankees always had next year.  Dad and I only had now.