We were blessed as well when my dad lived with us.
He moved in with us at age 86, but you have to keep in mind, he was very active until he fractured his back at the same age (use to drive 8 hours one way to visit regularly).
Luckily at age 88, his grandson's were getting their learners permits for driving, so my dad would let them drive his car, so anytime he wanted to go out somewhere, they would drive him and he'd "instruct them" giving them practice. The conversation of my dad not driving again really never came up.
It came as a shock to me that just this year, my one boy who is in the Air Force now was telling me (as we were driving together) he learned all about fishtailing with "gramps". I was actually kind of peeved what I found out my dad let those boys do in his car, but at the end of the day couldn't help but smile.
I told my boy he was lucky as my father didn't seem so forgiving driving his car when I was learning to drive his 5 speed as a teen. My son told me not to worry, it wasn't all fun. I asked him what he meant, and he said if they didn't do what gramps told them to do, he's slap them. We both laughed over that one because that's the dad I remember (very fondly, mind you).
Please excuse the picture. The first or second year when he lived with us and he was still able to drive on his own. Caught him going out when I was coming up from work. House is down the road a couple hundred yards, rural road and we stopped to talk to each other as he was going in and I coming in...
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