I am having the wonderful privilege of getting to know my father-in-law better. We are taking care of my father-in-law because being in a nursing home was destroying his spirit. Even though his body was deteriorating, his mind is as sharp as a tack. He really would not have lasted long in that environment.
(I have to admit I am selfish, too. I get enjoyment and satisfaction helping him. I know, and many other people who care for their parents know it is work, but for me it is a labor of love.)
We are moving his things from his apartment which has been his long time home. There is quite an eclectic collection of items everywhere. I decided to tackle a walk-in-closet of long forgotten things. Mind you, as a child, the attic was my favorite place in the whole world, so digging around in the closet was like being a kid again.
As I plundered and packed, I would bring out items for Dad to look at. Stained shirts brought back memories of parties, shoes, red, white and blue shoes were part of his Fourth of July ensemble. I was tickled to have found the patriotic shirt, and matching socks. Dad told the story how my mom-inlaw threw away the matching pants. I guess he rescued them from the garbage, but has not seen them in years. Sadly, I didn't find the 1776 pants in my excavating of the closet. Note to self: go on eBay, and complete his outfit so he can wear it this July.
I found a couple of tuxedos. One with tails! I put on the tails, went into the living room and performed for my father-in-law Young Frankenstein's "Putting on the Ritz".
I feel like I just discovered something exciting when my father-in-law tells me stories about his life. I was amazed when I learned that he went to France and bought a ventriloquist puppet! I asked my husband if he knew that, he said no. See, I discovered something amazing!
There is more to pack-up, so I guess the show continues: "Bob Ruthman - This is Your Life", and it not over.