Ever since the grueling two years spent in therapy, I've not had much of a problem being honest about things...sometimes to a fault. See: previous experiences with men. Finding our way as a "village" with my non-driving parents is an adjustment for all but has been a good experience thus far. Both of them seem to be relieved to have a safe way to get around when they need to, which isn't often. We had already taken over the shopping a few months ago so it's a natural progression of doing what needs to be done one day at a time. It is humbling to see how many folks adore my parents like we do and just want to give back to them in any little way that they can. Daddy and I will be going to see the neurologist tomorrow with an update and some questions. Here's where the pride part comes in..ya know? His is fragile and hanging by a thread right now but it's still there and it will be respected. That's how we roll in mia familia.

Over and out from Pecan Lane ^j^