Early Sunday morning...checking in on Mom and Dad. I found Dad in his usual spot, reclined in front of the TV. He had hernia surgery last Wednesday and is a lot of pain. Not eating much. A pillow across his mid-section to keep the cats from jumping on him.

Mom made some eggs and bacon to entice him. We shared some small talk. I brought up a bag of pellets (from the garage) for their stove and sat it alongside the bag my brother had brought up Saturday. It's part of what we do when we visit -- any heavy lifting/moving....to keep Dad from attempting and to help take the edge off of Mom.

A short hour and a half visit.

To have healing hands is about the only thing I wish for these days.