…maybe not the right words, but the first that come to mind. It’s not like we’ve ever really talked about things that mattered, but still—seeing him like this feels weird. I’m talking about my father—you might have guessed. I’ve been with my family for three days again, since my mom turned 80 yesterday. She doesn’t look it—especially compared to others her age. And considering everything she’s been through, physically and mentally, with my father’s illness and mine, she seems kind of invincible. The birthday dinner was low-key, which was nice. Good food and no distant relatives to make things awkward.