Sad day for me at the range.
My step dad married my mother when I was 4. My step dad is a Vietnam Vet Chu Lai 1965-1967 Marine Corps. As soon as he became my dad (1973) he taught me how to fish and shoot. He bought me my first rifle a Ruger 10/22 that I have since passed down to my son. We use to go to his family's farm in Lawrence, MI where his uncle and cousins taught me how to shoot. We would collect old light bulbs covered in chicken poop and take them to the river. Moving targets in the swift river current makes for good practice. Back home my step dad belonged to the Forest Park, IL Pistol Team. I would tag along on shooting events and learn from LEOs and other members. During my teenage years I stopped shooting and so did he. In 1993 I purchased my first handgun a Glock 19. I still use my G19 as my EDC. I started shooting again on a regular basis honing my shooting skills, educating myself on concealed carry, ballistics and overall firearms knowledge. In 1996 I bought him a Colt 1991 A1 Series 80 for Fathers Day; he had told me he would like to have the pistol he had in Nam. We talked about shooting for some time but we never made it to range.
Today my son, step dad and I went shooting. It occurred to me that it had been almost 30 years since I had been shooting with him. I was pretty excited to show him my marksmanship skills. The excitement ended when he got up to the line and struggled to handle the guns. He had trouble racking the slide and slide release. He's been weakened over the years from prostate cancer and deteriorating knees and arthritis. He shot only 30 rounds and sat down on the stool. His hands were turning purple and bruising badly due to the blood thinners he is on. It didn't occur to me until that moment why he was resisting my suggestions to go shooting. I could see how much it bothered him. What was supposed to be a fun day with three generations was just the opposite for me. I regret not taking the time to do the these things over the years.
Now it's too late!