Gratitude Journal: I am grateful for family, especially my dad. He is suffering again right now and I am grateful that he is glad that I am here. He has been the best father. Love you, Dad!
I hustled around this morning, trying to get packed and some errands run before going to the airport. Lisa and kids picked me up at 12:30 and took me down. That is Brooks' nap time, but he cooperated by promptly falling asleep in the car seat.
The flight to Moline was pretty routine. I was a little early, so just sat and read while I waited. The flight time was less than two hours. Kara, a long time friend, picked me up and took me to Dad's. Dad was with the family, who had a get together at 5:00 to prepare pictures, eulogy, etc., for the funeral.
Dad got home a while after I got there. We went over to Willie's (my brother) for a while and talked. Then Dad and I came back home, had some popcorn, talked, sort of watched TV (well, I was reading more than watching) and just enjoyed being together. Dad is doing OK, but has his emotional moments.
I am glad that I am here. At least he won't be alone at home for a few days. I am trying to talk him into coming back with me for Thanksgiving. He could come back home with Billy. I was glad he didn't totally dismiss the idea.
So a difficult couple of days begins...