Dad would love DVRs, especially since we now get all of the WWE pay-per-views and store them on the DVR for future replaying. He would have liked having a cellphone with him when he was at work. (It would definitely have come in handy when he got stranded on the road in an unexpected snowstorm and ruined his truck's transmission trying to get up a steep, snow-packed hill.)
Mom would also love cellphones. She'd love tablets and streaming, once she learned to use them. They'd frustrate the daylights out of her, but she'd learn, because it would mean being able to watch her favorite movies and TV shows, wherever she was--even in our living room, while Dad was playing the recording of Wrestlemania for the hundredth time.
I doubt either of them would ever have mastered email or text messaging--mainly because neither of them would know anyone else who did it, except for Collin and me...and we were right there in the same house.
But since this is Father's Day, one advancement in particular stands out in my mind, because I know it's a toy Dad would have had to possess. MoDOT (Missouri Department of Transportation) recently showed off their latest piece of equipment on the local news: a remote-controlled lawn mower they're currently using to mow the grass on medians and along highways.
Oh, yes...Dad would have had to own one of these bad boys!
The last Christmas present I gave him, a month before he died twenty-two years ago, was a lawn mower. Dad had been having a lot of trouble mowing the lawn because of his heart issues. That summer before his passing, Mom and I came home more than once to find him lying on our front steps because his old mower had been too difficult to push around.
Mom and I decided to surprise him. A self-propelling mower was, we thought, the solution. He would never break down and hire one of the neighborhood boys to to the job, so we had to find a way to make it easier for him to do himself. We went one Saturday in December to pick it up at Sears. Our mistake was in not doing it during the week, when Collin was in school. We couldn't take him with us, because we had to lower the back seat in Mom's Escort to bring it home. We left him with Dad. Unfortunately, Collin knew where we were going, and the little blabbermouth gave him just enough hints to figure out what we were up to. When we came home and he opened the door as we came up the walk, one look at his face told us he knew what was in the car.
He was so proud of that mower, because, as he told Mom, it showed him how much I loved him. I thought he was going to insist upon taking a photo of it with him to the hospital when he went for surgery. Sadly, he never got to use it.
Later, it was stolen. We knew who did it, but because we couldn't find the jackass, we never got it back.
Those of you whose parents are still living, never take them for granted. Appreciate them, love them. I would give anything if mine were here with us today.
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