Update on my Dad
My father finally got in touch with me. He's in Kissimmee. He "needed time to be alone."
I hate it when he does this.
Thank you for all the prayers. They are much appreciated.
Welcome to the insights, ponderings and meanderings of a forty-something punk-rock momma with secondary-progressive multiple sclerosis and trigeminal neuralgia in Portland. Rather than provoke thought, I prefer to poke it with a giant stick. 🌀