I suppose that is what it was. Dad, the man who isn't to be driving, drove to the Waffle House for coffee with his drinking buddies, to the funeral home to inquire about an old policy, and the pharmacy to pick up a script. No shrubbery was damaged and he was chipper from the adventure. His "ICU psychosis" may finally be lifting and not a day too soon. My sisters and are are exhausted from parenting our parents. If we as teens were half as difficult as they've been, it's a wonder we were beaten within an inch of our lives!
I was thinking about the Kubler-Ross grief cycle. We're a new normal now. As little sis pointed out, we have episodes with one or the other parent about every 6 months. So I guess we've started recovering a little more quickly. The 11 hours of sleep I got yesterday didn't hurt any either!
Today I've noticed a "Thankful for Thirty" campaign on Facebook. My first attitude of gratitude mention goes like this: Today I am thankful that Dad had independence enough to venture out on his own and the clarity enough to make it home safely. That's a little miracle.
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