My dad was thrilled that I’m about ready to buy a car and is in full research mode. That man loves research and bargains. I stayed over there so long I got barely anything done the rest of the day, but it was worth it to have a good long chat with them. They liked the video I shot for them of my office, the church, chapel and grounds and the first video, with my sister and I talking in the car and being our goofy selves. My mom’s back is still hurting, but not horribly. She was talking about their current car lasting until she’s done driving and seemed to hint that would be ten years from now. I told her that no 86 year old has good enough reflexes to be driving. She snorted at me. God grant me strength when it comes to that woman. My dad is such a pussycat and she’s going to be more of a mad tiger.

She hasn’t been cooking as much in the last few years because she gets tired. My mom cooks everything from scratch. But now that my dad’s appetite is so bad, she cooks because he eats more of home food than takeout. They both, at separate times, said he was ready to die. I hesitate to say ‘eager,’ but he’s definitely ready. My mom says he isn’t yet able to let go of the life side of the equation, as much as he’s tired and spiritually ready for the death side.

Living is a hard habit to break.