Yesterday was the first day that I felt like trying to drive the car again. I started by going to church. It went well. I came home early as I was getting tired and so when I laid down I slept for two hours.
I got up and I felt pretty good so I called my sisters to see if they would like to go visit dad. Both Ce and Beatie went with. Dad was down listening to a guy play the guitar and sing. The guy knows how to sound like a trumpet by the way he forms his lips and ? Not sure how he does it but he was good. He sang songs from the 40's, 50's and sixties and dad cried through some of them. The one that was hardest for him spoke about a couples love for each other. Dad really sobbed. He misses mom something awful. When that was over we headed back down towards his room. I was beginning to hurt again so I needed to leave. Yesterday's experience allowed me to see that I can start driving again. It feels good to be able to get out and go.
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