A man I greatly respect suggested I write about how my dad might feel about losing his vision and independence. Here's my attempt. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I never thought I’d have to ask my daughter to fix a simple plumbing problem. Goddamn eyesight is shit. I’m lucky I can still see well enough to know when to stop wiping my ass. My independence is gone. I had to stop driving over two years ago and that was really the capper. I can’t drive to take my dog hiking, can’t drive to the lakes to fish, can’t run errands on my own schedule. Every once in a while, I still take my truck the back way to the post office so I can feel the steering wheel under my fingers, and remember what it feels like to be independent, if only for 5 minutes. I figure Barney Fife won’t pull me over on the back roads of Glide. Thank God my daughter moved down here. I hated that it took losing her husband to do it, but I don’t ...