Anthony loved to run. He didn’t need a horse or a motorbike to round up cattle and get them from one paddock to another; he just needed his own legs. Sometimes he would get me to help by yelling, “C’mon, Jules, run!” But I could never run as fast as he did, which was a bit embarrassing.
He had the most muscly legs I have ever seen – huge calves, massive thighs – and he always wore those footy shorts, you know the black ones, and he always wore football socks too. So he kind of resembled a football player I guess – big, strong, energetic and, in my eyes (and his own!) perfect.
Sometimes I would just watch him run because it was like watching someone glide through a mirror, or a window; it was like watching magic.
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Now Anthony’s legs are bony and often he can’t even walk.
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Running is nothing for me … personal – go to the gym and go on the treadmill, but even that is dead boring. Nice with good legs on a man … *smile
Thanks Viveka!
So sad that Antony can’t do anymore of his running …. life isn’t fair.
Not easy sometimes.
No, I try to understand how hard it can be – I read about your situation, both’s situation.
You are very generous – thank you!
I been so luck in life really – even if the last 2 years has been rough at times … but otherwise I have been very sheltered from problems. Lost my first boyfriend and biggest love in a car accident when we where only 21, but nothing else major.
So my heart bleeds for you and Terry – with this everyday dramas and struggle.
Thanks Viveka – you are a champion! Juliexx
I am so sorry about your boyfriend. It must have been terrible.
Yes, it was at the time – but not unexpected, but he had crashed everything he has been driving since he was a kid. Driving too fast and lost control. Terrible waste of a life.
I am so sorry.
I love good legs on a man, but its the twinkling eyes that would always draw me in.
He had both – but not now.
before and after – sometimes after is just the pits
It sure is.
that is wonderful to have a view of how Anthony used to be. the man that he was born to be. thank you
It is a shock to see him like this now – well you certainly know!
can you believe that Al used to be able to pick up and carry a whole half side of beef? one of our family members used to own a meat market, and he would work there sometimes during busy seasons. he was always the meat carrier guy!!
Does Al miss his old strong self? Anthony seems to have forgotten his.
None of us are what we used to be, but being sick makes the change more dramatic and the suddenness is hard to take.
When I look back this rotten Parkinson’s disease hasn’t been all that sudden but now it seems to have a sudden bite to it.
Your description of Anthony sounds like my dad. My dad wasn’t tall; in fact, I was taller than he. But, he was stocky and built like a tank. He played American college football (tackle) and had the strongest legs. He, too, lost all his muscle mass from lack of movement. So sad. It is good that we can remember those glory days and have our good memories. Life is not fair. Dad passed three years ago this Saturday. I’m a little sad this week.
So sorry to hear about your dad – hope your week isn’t too sad, Wisdom. Love J
What lovely memories to have!
Yes indeed!
Me neither:(
That is really poignant. Wow. This is hard.
Yes! He couldn’t walk at all today.
Agonizing to see the deterioration, Julie 😦
Haven’t seen him quite as bad as he was today.
I wish more of us would rad your blog for it offers such profound life lessons… Sending you hugs Julie and sorry for calling you Julia earlier.
I can’t believe I started a blog about birds and now I am spilling my guts!
It happens… 🙂
And that word should have been “read..”
“Sometimes I would just watch him run because it was like watching someone glide through a mirror, or a window; it was like watching magic.”
I love this.
Thanks! I wasn’t sure if that description worked.