Missed It

In all the flurry of Suzy's car trouble, I forgot to visit my father Thursday morning. And I didn't make it up in the afternoon.

I don't think Dad knows whether I am there or not--or cares. To him I am just someone who drops in twice a week, shouts at him, and hauls his wheelchair around.

I will go to see Dad tomorrow. Husband accompanies me on Sundays, which makes everything a little easier.