It’s 3am and I am in the car, 50 miles from my parents’ place. I am hoping to make it there in time to say my goodbyes while Dad is still alive, but I’m (mostly) okay with the possibility that that won’t happen.

Not much else to say right now other than that life is hard. Thanks to everyone who has shared kind thoughts recently, and I’m sorry I haven’t been as responsive as I would like.