Dad ...

My not being able to be in Montana for Thanksgiving has me a bit bummed out. (Unless I pull off a few miracles next week and can manage two trips at polar opposites.) I told my Dad I would be there to see him for Thanksgiving.  Of course, everyone will have a mixed opinion as to whether he will actually know it's Thanksgiving or not.  The point is, I TOLD HIM I WOULD BE THERE! I've had to re shuffle and rearrange my original plans a few times for reasons out of my control.  Or mostly out of my control.  If I could will the issues holding me back out of my way, I would do so.  And ... I still might be able to do that yet! Tonight my third oldest sister emailed me this picture of my Dad.  You've no idea how much it makes me cry. HE LOOKS AWESOME!! The new nursing home is SO Much Better for him! I know speaking is a challenge, if not impossible because of the Parkinson's Disease and he gets lost in the hazy fog dementia, but I know he's still in there. He doesn't need to speak for me to just sit there and hold his hand. He will know. God, how I want to be there ... NOW.

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[Scottstead]

I know how you feel. I wish you the best of luck in pulling off those miracles. I'm sure your Dad will appreciate it - and all in all - spending time with our families is something to be grateful for. It's sort of strange how we've all evolved from tribal families where people live in the same neighborhood, often several families on the same block or in the same house to wandering pioneers, career-driven-soldiers-of-fortune seeking out better careers and futures for ourselves. More than once I've felt slammed by life, work, friends, etc and really know that all we have to fall back on is our families. Have a great Thanksgiving wherever you are - and good luck.