OK, back again! I hope I've recovered after sleeping a combined 12 hours. But you know what? I don't know if it's the meds their messing with or my age, but I found it hard to say goodbye and got all choked up thinking about them not being at home with me when I get there.

C'mon Man! They are only a 2 hour drive away and we do see them at least once a month, so what's that all about? Some well meaning person on Facebook asked me if my reaction was due to a need to nurture? HOLY CRAP NO! I'm not a nurturing kind of guy, more like a kick-in-the-butt kind of guy. I think it's just sometimes it really hits hard how limited my time is left with them. But, that's a whole other story and thread.