I know not everyone is as interested in my family drama as I am, but I thought this post from my brother was good:
I look at the pictures of our father and I see a man who was once so much larger than life, now looking so frail and so small I can hardly believe it is the same person I once knew.
I am both incredibly happy and incredibly sad tonight, for the man I call my Dad. I am happy that Dad is safe and well. But I am also sad at the thought of the ravages that time and age have brought about on his mind and body.
But, to be honest with you and myself, I think I am feeling sad most of all because I may never have the opportunity to tell Dad how much I love him, and to know that he understands what I am saying.