I suppose we all think of our parents as they were when we were young; I think of my late maternal grandmother as an old lady and my mother, who died at an older age than her mother, as young. So, today, while we were waiting for the release, I was studying my dad, bald and cute as a button. His false teeth don't fit well because he's lost so much weight so he's removed them till he can get to a dentist. He looks like elmer Fudd!
When they told him this morning he could go home, I burst into tears. I thought last Friday he would die there. On the way back to my brother's, he drove me crazy with his backseat driving. I was suddenly 16 again and learning to drive. I was ready to make hiom walk home.
