I wish I could share the SG experience with my dad. But I can't. It's kind of sad.

I've never really had the same kind of relationship with my dad as I had with my mom. I love him and all, but it was never the "I can talk to you about anything" kind of relationship. It wasn't cold. It was just indifferent.

As I may have mentioned, I take care of my dad along with my brothers. As I am unemployed, the day to day during the week stuff falls on me, because my brothers work. As I also may have mentioned, my dad is 85 years old and suffers from dementia. He can be fine one moment and in the next instant be back in the Pacific during World War II. He generally remembers who he is, but sometimes has trouble with the when and where. He is also essentially bedridden since he injured his hip in a fall almost two years ago. He refused to follow doctors orders in terms of rehabilitation and essentially made himself an invalid. His gluteal muscles are almost completely gone.

I could show him pictures from this site and if he was having a good day, he would appreciate them as beautiful. He wouldn't remember seeing them 10 minutes later.

While my mother taught me by the way she led her life to have respect for people and their choices in life. my dad taught me to appreciate the beauty of women. All women. Well, him and Playboy Magazine. The ones is his dresser drawer. The ones I wasn't supposed to know about.

That dad is gone, saving for an occasional guest appearance. He would love SG, I know he would. I'd love to share the experience. But I can't.

Like I said, it's kind of sad

Thanks SG. It feels good to share. It's just another reason to love you guys.

That, and the naked pictures.

Seriously, you've taught me a lot about myself insofar as not setting limits. I feel I can do things I've never done before and that I'm a better person because of this experience, this ever evolving, ever continuing adventure. I guess you really can teach an old dog.

Oh and I have I told you I love you guys.

Thanks for listening.