1/5/12

We had a remarkable week between Christmas and new year's day. The calm I credited to not going anywhere on Christmas. Dad was peaceful and appreciative of the quiet. Scott was more present, smiling once in a while. On New Year's Eve I gave Scott a happy new year balloon. I took it to his room, peeked around the corner, and he didn't startle. He looked at the balloon and held out his hand. I said "happy new year, Scott," and he said thank you, Linda. His eyes were clearly on the moment, and I was ecstatic. All is well.

This week the calm went south for the winter. I was out yesterday afternoon, called to ask about dinner. Dad's voice was low. He had no answers for what he'd like to eat. I told him I'll take care of dinner when I get home. I...

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