I’m not sure how to be an old man anymore, but I can’t stop thinking about my dad.
The guy who taught me to love my job, love my family, and care about what happens to people around me, not to mention how I can never quite understand how my dad could spend his life living on the other side of the world.
He was an old-fashioned, big-hearted guy who never missed a chance to laugh at himself, but who never stopped working to make the world a better place for everyone he touched.
As the years wore on, his health started to decline, and he stopped eating or exercising.
By the time I was 13, my dad had been hospitalized, and doctors had told him he might never walk again.
So, at age 44, I went on an adventure that I hope will help me understand how it’s possible for my dad to be able to walk again, and I’m also looking for other people who have experienced their dad’s final days.
This is the story of how I became a walking old man.