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cosmolinguistJust about now, my dad is finally done with work.
Forever.
He's retiring today, and the tradition at his place is everyone (it's only a dozen people or so) goes out for a meal, my mom gets invited along too, and then he gets to go home after that, he doesn't have to work the afternoon.
So right now, it's about lunchtime where my dad is, and I'm thinking of him.
He's worked so hard, all his life, with a heavy load of farm chores since he was old enough to do them. He's one of those people who's never sick, never complains, never thinks "no I won't go to work today because there's a blizzard."
He's worked hard his whole life, missed a lot of my brother's and my school concerts and football games when we were growing up and he worked nights. He's done a lot of manual labor jobs, even as his body gets older and slower and a bit more prone to aches and ailments.
He is the ideal I always feel I fall short of, for working so hard and so uncomplainingly, with all life has thrown at him, his whole life.
He's worked so hard, no one could more deserve their retirement. But it's weird, too: I can't imagine him not working. Neither can he. He's already talking about all the stuff that needs doing outside and the places around Minnesota he'd like to visit. I hope he has very much very happy time to do all he wants, now.
Forever.
He's retiring today, and the tradition at his place is everyone (it's only a dozen people or so) goes out for a meal, my mom gets invited along too, and then he gets to go home after that, he doesn't have to work the afternoon.
So right now, it's about lunchtime where my dad is, and I'm thinking of him.
He's worked so hard, all his life, with a heavy load of farm chores since he was old enough to do them. He's one of those people who's never sick, never complains, never thinks "no I won't go to work today because there's a blizzard."
He's worked hard his whole life, missed a lot of my brother's and my school concerts and football games when we were growing up and he worked nights. He's done a lot of manual labor jobs, even as his body gets older and slower and a bit more prone to aches and ailments.
He is the ideal I always feel I fall short of, for working so hard and so uncomplainingly, with all life has thrown at him, his whole life.
He's worked so hard, no one could more deserve their retirement. But it's weird, too: I can't imagine him not working. Neither can he. He's already talking about all the stuff that needs doing outside and the places around Minnesota he'd like to visit. I hope he has very much very happy time to do all he wants, now.
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