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.
In his element...
To have healing hands...
Rescue bros...
Dancing in delight...
Yesterday. Our little guy.
Dancing in delight, excited to be back out on the pitch.
His heart. My heart.
Happy.
