“KKKKatie, beautiful Katie, you’re the only ggggirl that I adore,” sings Dad rolling his walker towards the living room chair beside me.
“When the mmmoon shines over the cow shed, I’ll be waiting at the kkkkitchen door.”
As a child, I made loud noises of protest each time he sang me this song.
Today, I feel nothing but love.
“For that, will you be coming to church with me on Sunday?” he asks.
Sneaky bugger, I laugh and pretend to grumble.
“KKKKatie, beautiful Katie,” sings Dad from bed as I’m walking back to my room from a three am pee.
I laugh in the darkness.
“Nigel and Emmy are here with me,” he says, fishing for a visit.
Finite time, I turn around and head to his room. As I climb into bed, the shih tzus scatter.
“I know,” says Dad to the dogs, “She’s big, isn’t she?”
We lay in silence.
“No, she doesn’t take up that much room,” he says, “She’s still my little girl.”