Back when my dad was in the nursing home… location #5 out of 12, I believe, I took Justin to meet him for the first time. My mom was there, too.
“You know what’s nice about being here, Stephie?” he asked.
“What?” I said as I turned him on his side, trying not to hurt his second freshly-amputated leg.
“Your mother lets me watch any football game I want.” he bragged, and we all laughed.
So along those same lines, you you know what’s been good about all this crap with my dad and all these hospital visits and waiting rooms?
Now I feel like my mom is one of my best friends.
And while I would still give anything for my dad to not be sick… it’s nice to focus on one of the few gifts that came out of it.