As we all gather together at the nursing home to celebrate Por's birthday, it's another year that we get to spend with her! She still recognizes us which is huge. Still feisty, still hates the way I dress, still loves her cheetos and still wants to wear her hairpins!
On the drive over, my Dad tells me he is lucky that he still has his mother. And that I'm not as lucky. Jeez, Dad. Thanks a lot! What do you say to that?