Thanksgiving

Going to Vegas, I had one idea...to be with my Dad. I had no expectations, no questions for him, I just wanted to be. Every day I was there, I helped him with the simple things in his life...put blistex on his parched lips, lotioned his itchy back from the bile invading his system, massaging his head and eyes. Simple. But my father, no matter what I did, in his most humbled state, never skipped a beat to tell me he loved me, followed immediately by a thank you.

Dad, Thank You for everything and I Love You...too.