yesterday, lying in bed next to my mom: "I'm sorry for ruining your life."
attempting to get in the shower, crying: "I can't, I'm gonna melt!"
(it's so precious it hurts)
yesterday, in a fit of tears: "help me, Robin, help me - just tell me the truth!"
me: "okay Dad, it's okay. remember you had the heart attack, and it damaged your memory."
Dad: "my memory's fine!" me: "well... that's why you always call me Robin, but I know you know I'm Annie." Dad: "ohhh... I'm sorry." :(
(I'll keep updating this as more verbal insights arise...)
Ohhhhh, sweet precious man.....xoxox AJ
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