Every trip is getting tougher.
My Dad is in more pain.
Definitely a change in just two weeks.
He is giving his things away now.
He is trying to make less for others.
Mom broke down and cried.
Why could not I?
I have to be the strong one for them.
I have to be the strength.
I want to focus on the fun with him.
While we have him.
He still has his humor.
We get a glimpse of it from time to time.
My aunt Julie steps into the kitchen. She has not seen my children for years, even though we have been visiting my Dad now for months at my Grandmother's house. My younger two are with me. Her jaw drops open. Her eyes bug out. She mentions how big they have grown. The last time she saw them, Noah was in diapers. I have Ethan stand up. He is my third and is seventeen. He is six foot. Noah then stands up, he is close to 5' 6" and is fourteen. Taller than me. My aunt is amazed how tall they are, especially Ethan. My Dad slowly stands up and with a toothless grin, stands between the boys and announces, "I am this tall and I am 65 years old." We all look at him and laugh.
These are the moments I will be randomly entering on my page from this point forward. These are the moments I want to remember.