Most every day, I would go over to his and Mom’s and see what he was up to. I’d find out if he wanted to do anything or just hang around. More often than not, Dad was pretty content to just lie in his chair and watch TV. We would still have to go to the hospital occasionally for breathing treatments or maybe even radiation. But that more or less was the extent of our going or doing. Occasionally, I could talk him into going to lunch or dinner but not very often. We hadn’t golfed since we were in the mountains before Bristol. One beautiful day in Sherrills Ford, I decided to spread some fertilizer on one of the fields next to my house. This is another one of my favorite Leroy stories. I was on my tractor, driving from one end of the field to the other. As I made a pass, I looked over and saw my dad driving down the driveway. That was a bit strange, I thought, because Dad hadn’t been getting out much. But as he drove by, I waved. I figured he was just headed to the Busch shop to check on the guys.
