I took mom and dad home today. Made a grocery run for them since from now on they have to eat healthy, tried to help them get settled again. When I pulled into my driveway this afternoon I thought, man it feels good to help them for a change. I'm usually the one they're helping. Turning things around gave me a chance to repay a shred of what they've done for me.
So I'm thankful he is okay and thankful to be home. And I'm tired. Really really tired.
But thankful. Did I already say that?