In honor of Father’s Day, we bring you a post by guest Jennifer Wunderlich. Beyond composing grocery lists and the occasional “Thank You” card, Jennifer is a novice to writing. But oh! How she loves it! Married to her sweet husband of 16 years, together they own a sign and graphics company and try to maintain the peace between their four nutso but lovable, children. When Jen isn’t at home with her family, she’s in the trenches at a local hospital as a full time phlebotomist. Though she loves drawing blood what she really loves are road-trips, singing at the top of her lungs, laughing irreverently and chocolate. Jen recently started her own blog mainly to keep herself sane. Really and truly.
I could see it in their eyes.
These sons, these three grown men, stayed with their father through every hour of the day and night and I could see it in their eyes. I could hear it in their voices–not so much from the words they spoke, but from their hushed tones and wistful timbre. I could feel it in the air, tingling and crackling despite their efforts to create a quiet haven for their sick father. There was no stopping it or stalling it. Time had come and surprised them all, as it seemed to bid their father’s body to age and his mind to slow to a plod. They wore it on their faces; when they glanced at each other you could almost see it travel as a mindless thought from one to another: Where does the time go? When did this happen?