We can't help but worry about our parents as they age.
Love runs deep.
My Dad's 74...just brought him home from the hospital Saturday.
First time in his life he was ever in a hospital. Born at home, in the
West Virginia hills, never a patient.
He's been one now. And he didn't like it. He was scared. Lonely.
We'ld go set with him at night. Chase the boogie man away.
So yes Vickie....let the BYC nation always be here for each other
as we deal with life.