The old dziadz, and I used to go fishing. The old dziadz would put distance between us while fishing. He drove, left the keys to us after parking near the stream, and was gone.
After his retirement, he slowed down a little, like falling on a rock, caught in a swirling stream... Around the same time he began to keep the keys.
On the last time when we went fishing, it rained. And while fishing, we were not together as usual. When I returned to the car, the old dziads had already been there. He was all wet and his lips were pale. He told me he lost the keys. It seemed like the accident gave him the pain within his mind. I suggested some ideas like a phone call to my brother, bum rides or something, but he did not agree on any ideas and still tried to look for them. I actually could not think he lost the one set of car keys and asked him some questions with implying it. That made him cross and he went out to the stream to find the keys. At the moment I found the keys; they were lying near the wheel hub, which he had sat on. I told him that he had given them to me and I had forgotten. But he noticed it was not true, putting his head down, just standing in rain for a long time.

ちょこっとセンテンスをいじりました。
話をまとめる以前に英文を書くこと自体が私には難しい〜！

Age will tell. The older one gets, the weaker he becomes. Aging seems to accelerate after retirement and it is very pity that we have to face the fact sooner or later. No exception !!
The old dziadz and I used to go river fishing together and he always liked to fish alone silently so as not to scare fish on a stream. After parking the car near the river, he always tossed me the car keys and left for fishing until he got tired of it. he never felt any fear in those days.
The things however changed a little bit after his retirement. He experienced a few bad accidents. Once he fell on a slippery rock and another time he got caught in the middle of the swift stream. Those bad experiences made him lose his confidence and decide to keep the keys by himself.
The last time we went out to the river, it was raining hard and there he lost the keys. He just sat against the wheel hub despondently in the rain when I came back to the car. I tried to think of every possible way to get out the situation, but he was very depressed at his simple mistake. For him it wasn't just losing the keys, but a big metaphor. Although I found the keys, he kept standing in the rain and staring at the ground for a long time.

The old dziadz used to like fishing alone. He put some distance between the companies and　fished very quickly like the flow of water. When we go fishing, he is the first out of the car,　passes me the key, he is gone. After one or two hours later, he turned up quietly, which made me surprise.
After his retirement, he aged a little. He had some mishaps as every old people else does.
The last time we went out, it was raining. I couldn't meet him at the stream as usual. I didn't know that he was sitting by the car, soaked completely. He said he lost the keys and tried to find them carefully, but the keys were still missing. I suggested a few ideas to get home however he did not like my suggestions. He sat down unintentionally on the ground, then I found the keys in the dent of it. I called him, but he was still standing, looking at the ground without expression in the heavily rain.


昨日提出しようと思っていたのに子供と一緒に寝てしまいました〜。というわけで早起きしました。

I would often go fishing with the old dziadz. He was nimble and always wanted to be the first there, that is, he made everything ready for fishing before parking the car near the stream, got out of the car first after parking the car, tossed me the keys, headed downstream and began fishing. He liked to fish putting some distance between us not to scare fish on a stream.

However, he slowed down a little after his retirement. Once he fell on a slippery rock and broke his grasses. Another time, he got caught in the middle of the stream in a swirling current. Then, he turned his ankle terribly when dropping himself from a high bank. He began to keep the keys after those accidents.

The last time when we went fishing, we had a cold rain. I did not meet in the stream as usual, and when I returned to the car after catching a lot of fish, I found him sitting on the wet ground by the car, soaked to the skin. He told me that he had lost the keys. I suggested some ideas to go home, but he liked neither of them.

Then, I found the keys lying near the car, where he had sat on them. I called him and told that he were not to blame for it, because I had forgotten he had given me them. In spite of that, he would not hear me at all and dropped his head in the rain as though it were a burden.

遅くなってごめんなさい。
私は両親（９０歳と８４歳）と一緒に住んでいますが、ふたりの置き忘れは日常茶飯事です。（苦笑）
私も、５０代になった時は「あ〜年だ！」って思ったけれど,今回６０代の大代を越えた時は、またまたそう思いました（汗
みんなが通る道なんだけどね〜