As I've written several times before, football is loved in our family. Friday night lights in high school, college and pro games on weekends. There's always the noise of the sack, the celebration of the score, the frustration at the flags, the way Romo always runs the play clock down. Seriously, the Cowboys are hard to love but we love them anyway.
With Mom's conditioning worsening, football isn't quite as much fun. She slept through all of today's games except for the hour or so she and Dad had dinner and watched the Indy-Denver match up. Her speech is frequently very difficult to understand almost all of the time, and she is frustrated at herself for not getting the words out, and at us for guessing wrong. I find myself agreeing to a lot of things when I think I got the gist, which is an odd and not great feeling.
A bright spot: Mom and Dad enjoyed a visit with long-time friends last week as they stopped by on their way through town. When we all lived far from our extended families, we spent Thanksgiving and Mothers' Day with them. Sharing pictures and memories from the 1970's was very special.
The past few weeks, Dad has grilled some great steaks and of course the good, and occasionally outstanding, wines are always open. Mary Claire had 2 sleepovers at Grandma and Granddaddy's house this weekend, the first in 18 months, which she loved, and she read her new books to Grandma, which was wonderful time for both of them. Caroline has shared the fun of her success at her debate tournaments and Catherine the woes of her broken French Horn and her fun at church....all in the way that loving grandchildren do. Despite the sadness of what's happening in this house, the girls are still growing up and they are sharing as much of that as they can with their grandparents. They bring welcome little bursts of energy and good cheer.
Still knowing what is happening here is sad, and day to day it's just plain hard.
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