Took my dad to the renaissance festival. It was something we did at least once a year when I was younger. We would usually go on the last day, hang out, and catch the last showing of Puke and Snot. Dad was pretty sure they weren't going to be there this year because Snot dies. Well they replaced him. The guy in the blue shirt is Puke and he's the original. Funny guys.
I almost came to blows with my brother this day because he decided to go off with with his wife and kid and mother in-law instead of staying with Dad. The entire reason we're here is to spend time with our father you fuck!
Then on the (what seemed like 10 mile) walk back to the car Dad almost passes out a couple of times (it took over an hour to walk to the car) I am calling my brother, his phone is dead, I am texting his wife we argue because she wanted to know where we were parked (we literally parked right next to them) and then says they'll catch up when they catch up. FUCK THAT BITCH!!!!!!!! Ok I'm better now.
What I struggled with the entire week dad was here was that It seemed my brother couldn't be bothered to come over and spend time with him. It still bothers me, but I know he is loosing his father too, it's not just about me, or dad, but he's processing the same loss just in his own way. I still don't agree with it, but dad didn't seem to be bothered.
Thanks for letting me rant