When I was growing up, Dad could fix or do just about anything. Did we have an electrical problem? No need to call an electrician — Dad fixed it. Trouble with the plumbing? No problem, Dad could get it fixed. Do we need an addition to our house? Dad could do it himself.
When they moved to Hendersonville in 1963, my parents bought a house with an unfinished basement. Dad finished the basement himself, making a separate living unit with kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, utility room and living room. Since it was much easier to heat and cool than the upstairs, they moved downstairs several years ago. You can see part of the kitchen Dad built in the background of the picture above.
I never thought of Dad being unsure about what to do with any fix-it project. I guess that’s what is so sad about the present situation. My parents had a leak in the plumbing behind their washing machine. Dad knew he couldn’t fix it (he’s now legally blind), but he didn’t want to call a plumber before I saw the situation. That’s why Betsy and I went to Hendersonville yesterday (Monday).
We called a plumber who will go to my parent’s house this (Tuesday) morning. Betsy and I will go back and hopefully get there before the plumber leaves. Hopefully we can help Dad get the answer to any questions he might have and feel comfortable with the repairs that are made. We’ll also help Mom and Dad with their weekly errands and chores.
I find it hard to get used to the idea of my Dad needing my help. My Dad? No Way!!
I’m glad we can help out. It’s just sad that he so obviously needs our help.

















