Dad is declining, as we knew he would. On Monday, he asked me to put some money aside for the baby, for college. Yesterday he slept through my visit and today he was almost completely nonverbal, except to say "Me, too." when I told him I loved him. He seemed content to hold my hand and sit together.
The baby, henceforth known as Wednesday, is doing well.
I feel like I'm on the puke wheel of life.
It is good to be back home, back in my new routine, back among my people. Your support is so appreciated.