Road Test

The phone rings.

–       Hello? Hello?

He puts on speakerphone.

–       Frank! I was wondering if you were still alive.

–       Are you still driving, Frank?

Straight to the point.

–       I just turned mine in. I’ve got memory loss now, you see.

At Dad’s age, you get a letter in the mail asking for a doctor’s note. Dad got a second letter directing him to take a simulated driver’s test.

–       I passed the test.

He says.

Actually, he didn’t pass and he didn’t fail. He was issued an obligatory road test.

– Close your eyes and goose it.

He says.

I’m waiting for oncoming traffic to pass on the Pat Bay Hwy so I can turn left.

When we arrived at the office for his road test, I opened the door and he said,

– Screw it. I don’t need it anymore.

– I’ve been driving since I was 16. I had a good run.

He says to Frank.

–       I turned it in before it becomes a problem. My daughter takes me where I need to go.

Dad no longer drives to church, the local grocery store or the ferry to pick me up from Vancouver. We’re making it work.

– Home James and don’t spare the horses.

He says when he’s ready for a nap.


About Morbid Optimist

My name is Katryna Mary Brooke Ormiston. I am 35 years old and after living in Vancouver for a decade, I am returning home to my 81 year old father’s hobby farm on Vancouver Island to care for him in the final stages of his life. This blog is to document my journey, process my experiences along the way and hopefully share and feel connected to a community beyond the three and a half acres I find myself on. A message in a bottle in the cyber-sea.
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4 Responses to Road Test

  1. That’s the best signifier of requiring a nap that I’ve ever heard. Can I borrow it? Home James and don’t spare the horses. I just love it.

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