Contemplating Clancy

Dad, I'm feeling blue today. My life is already half over.

 

"But Clancy, blue is such a lovely colour."

 

Everything has to be so jokey with you.

 

"Look, if it's any consolation, my life expectancy is two-thirds over."

 

But you'll probably still be around another 30 years while I'll be lucky to last another seven.

 

"Hey, seven is a lucky number!"

 

One of these days snap, right on the ankle.

 

"Okay, I get it. I suggest you try to stop worrying about what you can't change, and concentrate on enjoying the time you have left. It's all there is, and you shouldn't waste it."

 

I wasn't worried about me, I was worried about you! Who would make you feel like a whole day at work is worth it just to get the greeting I give you when you get home? Who would walk you and wrestle for a ball with you? Who would scare off the coyotes when you use the telescope? Sit beside you when you watch football? Have a bonfire?

But you know, what you said makes sense. I'm going to try and stop worrying so much about you and live the time we have left to the fullest!

Thanks, Dad, I feel better.

 

"You're welcome. Now move over, I'm suddenly feeling blue myself."

 

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(This throwback was taken in 2014 when I was almost 2. It's not appropriate for the text, but it's been sitting and begging to get out of Dad's voluminous fave file all this time, and it works well in the visual sense.)

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THROWBACK Clancy: www.flickr.com/photos/130722340@N04/albums/72157655594489275

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