I remember one time after he and a cousin had caught a 65 lb. catfish and he decided to have a big fish-fry for our church friends. His plan was to take it back out to the lakeside where he had landed it, build a campfire and cook it there with help from his friends. He bundled me up and made me comfy in the back of the car, drove me up close to the hungry crowd around the fire and included me in the festivities without having to get out of the car. Those are the sorts of things he did for me when the only other option was leaving me at home to be attended by others. I can do no less, now that he needs me!
He has had a couple of friends from Weatherford visit him these past few days, and he has insisted that they come down next spring and they go to the coast to fish for a few days. You know what? It may seem ill-considered, on my part, but the doctor advised us at the point of his diagnosis and advice, that we allow him to plan ahead, and then do all those enjoyable things which has previously filled his activities…to the point that he can once again enjoy. When the time comes, if he is still ambulatory, and if his “fishin’ buddies” are willing, I will let him go fishing. Note that I did not use the word “willingly” in relation to my feelings. At this point in his desires, I am sure that he would be happy to make a “fishin’ trip to the coast” his final activity.