Sunday, we went to church in the AM…and it was a really beautiful sermon. I hadn’t been to church in so long, but it was nice to finally go again. I have had a hard time accepting that my dad is sick, and so I think I finally made some kind of peace and I don’t think I’m as angry. Dad’s seemed to accept it, so I think it is high time I do too. After that, we visited my brother’s new sailboat! Which by the way I am veery jealous of. I am though, very very happy for him. He’s dreamed of sailing for too long, and now he gets to.
On Sunday night, we had burgers and many many rum and cokes. Maybe too many, because I got the eye from dad when I went to make another, so I went to get water instead. There was a really big storm that hit…and I mean really big! The wind was ridiculous; I thought a tornado was passing through. I didn’t get to bed too late though, because this morning I was up bright and early ready to head home. It’s always sad when I leave mom and dad, but I know I’ll see them in two weeks when we go to Texas to meet with Dr. Conrad once again. That’s when we really know how well pops is doing. Until then…keeping my fingers crossed.
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