![]() We had all been conversing over lunch for over an hour, seemingly plenty of time for my brother to observe for himself how my dad was “doing.” And I don’t think he was trying to imply that my dad wasn’t doing just fine. ![]() After lunch and about 10 minutes into our walk, Bub looks over at my dad and asks, “So, Pop, how are you doing?” My dad paused ever so slightly before answering, as if to say, “why are you asking?” And I did find it a bit odd myself. Last month my brother, Bubba, came back to Minnesota for a buddy’s wedding, and we got together with my dad for lunch and a walk.
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