On a Mission

I took dad for a walk this afternoon where he goes each day.  We pulled in beside a woman who was on her phone.  Dad got out of the car and started to walk.  A few seconds later she got out of her car and said, "Does he always walk that fast--he's on a mission!"  I smiled at the comment.  He is on a mission.  I think sometimes it is the only things he feels that he can do by himself and although he gets in the car after his walk and looks like he is a beat puppy he is proud of himself.  I am proud of him too!