A few of theses responses brought to mind my dad. Starting with Gabby's last post about costs of tickets, (I don't want to think about that! $500 each?)
Going from recent to past, a few months after my mom went into nursing home, but before she died, one three day weekend I decided we needed to 'clean up.' The rugs were in poor shape from hospital bed, wheel chair, wear and tear from 7 people being in residence here most of the time. There were small holes in walls and ceiling from hanging curtains in living room to give her some privacy. Anyways, I spackled, sanded, painted, rented Rug Doctor, cleaned out her closets and drawers, (we knew she had what she needed and that it would be more difficult later, etc.
Sunday we went to the home and met my brother's family for mass and treats. On the way home my dad said, "Take a bath, have a glass of wine, take a nap. Get dressed up nice. We're going out." I said, "Dad, I'm so tired, I have to work tomorrow, why don't we order in?" "No, just dress nice, I'm taking you out, you'll enjoy this, I promise."
He took me to my mom's favorite restaurant, Frank Buresh's Lobster House, where we went for Mother's Day and her birthday every year when I was growing up. We both got the 'Queen sized' and all the extras. He said, "I just want to thank you for all you and the kids have done for the past couple of years. I couldn't have kept your mother at home without you." I know, cry!
LOL! Then the bill came, never in all my years including my wedding had my dad shared a restaurant tab with me. I saw his eyes bug out and went, "How bad?" He slid the check folder and it was over $150 for the two of us, I had a glass of wine, he had an Arnold Palmer. Neither of us had dessert. After I looked at it and laughed he said, "I really thought about bringing mom, but we wouldn't have been able to talk, now I'm kinda glad I didn't." She could only eat a tiny bit.
While I had some idea that dad would take the kids out for breakfasts, lunches, and dinners; until his funeral mass, when his oldest grandchild, my niece was giving her part of the eulogy, I didn't know the extent or for how long it was going on. She was saying her memories, then said, "Grandpa would call around 8 at night, "Hey, Jules, would you want to meet me at 5:30 am for breakfast before school? Don't tell anyone, just you and me." He began that when she was in jr. high and same with my kids. They'd leave a note, "Breakfast with grandpa, he'll drop me off at school. Don't tell others." That is why my dad seemed to know everything before my brother or I.
My dad took a lot of years growing up. Won't rehash the bad times, but he tried to make amends on my 16th birthday. LOL! He bought me a '69 Mustang 350. The day I got it, took it out. On the way home, after dropping off 5 friends, only my best friend and neighbor were in the car, when it slid into a tree and knocked down a fence a block from my house. I thought my dad drove past, while I was knocking on the door of the house of the fence. Yeppers, when I got home he was in his chair. He seemed calm. "Dad? Was that you I saw driving..." He replied, "I'd hoped it wasn't you on the porch of that house with no light on, but figured it was." I lost that car for ditching school, due to my mom, not my dad. Dad had a hard time with discipline, my mom? No problem.
For all his problems when my brother and I were young, he was the dad that would take us and all of our friends to the swimming pool, ice skating and tobogganing. He was athletic, won Golden skates and was a Lake Michigan life guard. He was a 3 handicap golfer that taught my leftie brother well enough to qualify for full scholarship in college, though he turned it down.
He was dad/husband that in our small family reunion the last New Years before we had to put my mom in the nursing home, pulled my mom onto his lap from her wheel chair and said, "Mary, I love you. Thank you for our children and all our family." She melted into him.