I know this is a little late for Valentine’s Day, but it is a love story nonetheless.My father, the Old Man, has been taken out of his home by stretcher twice and my mother, the Crow, has been taken out once in the last three weeks. Thankfully they will be fine, but both have a long road of rehab and reality ahead of them, and they will fight it with all the emotional strength they can muster. But a time will come when they run out of unreasonableness, and will accept the present, and its ever increasing limitations.
But they still have each other, and they still have us. Being together and loving each other is what makes this bearable.