The following letter was in our newpaper this morning, and it made me smile. I thought it might do the same for you.
Dear Annie: I had to smile at the letter from "Road Worrier." When we started to get calls that our 92-year-old father was driving through stop signs and red lights and running into cars in the parking lot, we gave his car keys to his caregiver and said she'd take him where he needed to go.
When he died, I sent his suit to the funeral home. I later got a call saying they found a car key in the pocket. Later, we spoke to Dad's neighbor, who said when the caregiver would go to church on Sundays, my father would come out of the house five minutes later, put his walker in the backseat of the car and drive off. He'd return 15 minutes before the caregiver came back.
We don't know where he went for those four hours, but we're glad nothing happened to him or anyone else. When they started to close his coffin, I put that key back in his pocket and told him, "OK, Dad, now you can drive Mama all over heaven." — L.A.