I’m ok, I am realistic enough to know that it’s gotta happen, it’s Mom I’m worried about… she’s been with Dad since she was 17 years old, doesn’t know anything at all about not being married. I don’t know how she’ll take it when that time comes, but I do know it can’t be far off. He’s been sick and not eating for over a month, on Fentanyl and sleeping a good part of the day just to be somewhat comfortable. To get up from the bed is a world of hurt, he still tries but it costs him. Mom is getting run ragged with the stress and worry of it all. And he’s a bad patient too, so…

He’s sleeping again and I gotta try to mow, now that it’s 102 on this thermometer beside me…