Dad was feeling pretty good
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Today was one of those rare and cherished days when Dad, at 93 years old, was actually feeling pretty good. After so many ups and downs with his health, it was a relief to see him more comfortable, more at ease, and carrying a little more of that quiet strength he has always had. His steps may have been slower, his body still carrying the weight of age, but his spirit seemed lighter. He smiled more often, his eyes followed conversations, and even the smallest gestures—like the way he reached for my hand—were filled with warmth and presence.
These good days mean more than words can describe. They are like precious gifts, reminders that even amidst the health struggles, hospital visits, and lingering worries, there are still moments of peace and joy to be found. Watching him today, I saw not just the man he is now, but the man he has always been: resilient, loving, and deeply connected to his family.
We all leaned into that energy, savoring his laughter, listening to his soft voice, and being grateful for the time we have. Days like this remind me to live fully in the moment with him—to celebrate the simple fact that he’s here, still giving us his love in ways big and small.
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