Yes, folks, it was 85 degrees yesterday but Dad was still wearing his wool hat, jacket, and corduroy pants. He's always cold. (He never did like air conditioning, much to this daughter's dismay when she was growing up.)
Some days he looks so tiny and frail, it puts another little crack in my heart. Too fast....time is going much, much too fast.
Then he smiles and winks at me, and I forget to be sad for a while. I love those winks.