We decided at the last minute to make the trip down to see my parents this past Saturday. I don’t get down as often as I would like and I was feeling the need to check on my mother.
She takes her role as caregiver seriously, but often forgets that she needs to take care of herself too. So it’s my job to remind her and try to pamper her just a bit and bring her grandson for her to love on.
I swear, he would really throw me over for her.
My Dad of course, is the same. People ask me all the time like they expect improvement or deterioration. But no…he’s the same.
Except that on Saturday, he turned his head, smiled at me and said my name.
To say I bawled all over him would be an understatement.
So there are tiny moments of light and hope in the everyday reality that is his condition.
And for a while, we brought them laughter and Pookah.
It was a good day.