It's funny how life turns full circle. One day, mom and dad are wiping your ass. Then all of a sudden, you're charged with taking care of them.
On Thursday, I drove to the Bay Area to take my mom to chemotherapy. In addition, I took Ferris to the eye doctor.
It wasn't an option that I would take the day off work, drive three hours on minimal sleep and stay up all day taking care of mom and Ferris. It wasn't a duty. It was an honor.
But it reminded me that they're getting old. And, in turn, I'm getting old.
But for me, the capper to how old these two really are came at dinner. The 4:30 dinner.
Ferris is a creature of habit. Up at a certain time, nap at a certain time, eat at a certain time.
And like clockwork, the dinner bell went off at 4:30 p.m.
I used to laugh at the cliche of old people hopping in the car for the earlybird special at Hometown Buffet or whereever. Until I live it.
