In a few weeks, my father's pharmacy will celebrate 30 years in serving the Valley. Dad was telling me tonight that he couldn't believe he's been in business for so long and survived with entities like Wal-Mart and CVS getting an ever growing share of the market. He is taking all his employees and pharmacists out to eat at a posh restaurant in Atlanta to celebrate.
"It's going to be nice," he told me. "You can come. You're still an employee. You're just on sabbatical."
We both laughed at the sabbatical part.
I looked over and mom was licking her lips in anticipation.
"Look," I said to dad.
"Your mother loves to eat out," dad replied.
Mom smiled and went and got her a Little Debbie Swiss roll to eat. Dad rolled his eyes. He is worried about the amount of weight she has gained lately. Her medications for her mental illnesses are renowned for causing extreme weight gain and diabetes.
Dad has recently hired another pharmacist and this halves the amount of time he has to work. Many afternoons he is home in his pajamas reading a book or cooking a favorite dessert from his mother's recipes. It's nice. Very nice. And I am so deeply proud of my father and what he's been able to accomplish with his life.