The next day...

I returned the next morning to see how they both were. I walked in and the mood was totally different. Mom was sitting with Dad in the living room watching television. She was smiling and so was Dad when I said hello. It was like nothing happened the last few days. I think she needed to get the moral support she deserves to boost her spirits. I stayed a few hours to help with Dad's walking and squat exercises. I gave him his feed for the afternoon. I'm confident that they need to get back into a groove as Dad was in the hospital for a few weeks. I hope that my conversation with Dad has helped. I seem to think that he's thought about what his outlook on life, that he needs to go forward. He made it clear that he didn't want to go into a nursing home. He made it clear that he wanted to stay in the house. His house. His home.