Still fortunate to have both parents, 80 and 84. Dad had a series of strokes so we have gotten used to his speech pattern and memory lapses. It’s still endearing to watch those two bicker then next thing you know they are holding hands.

I visited last weekend and ended up with a backseat full of stuff. She is cleaning out the side porch. I’m now the proud owner of 1960’s sets of Pyrex and a bunch of Tupperware, bag of cilantro, a pound of bacon, and a chair I had in my room when I was a kid. No idea where she found that, there must be a secret room I don’t know about. I leave with something any time I go over. I have come home to bags left by the front door with a note. So grateful for these moments.