Yesterday was my folk's 49th wedding anniversary, and we had a nice dinner at the rehab facility where my dad's been since they let him out the hospital. Lobster salad and gazpacho, and they let you have a private room if you ask. It's a pretty nice place. My sister is here too- she's been in Columbus ever since he had his stroke. Thank goodness. she's probably singlehandedly responsible for keeping my mom from going out of her mind with worry- I try and do my best of course but I got to go to work and shit and anyway I'm not too good at that kind of thing. Sometimes I just don't know what to say. I don't know what to say to my mom when she says how old and drawn and sad and old Dad looked today.

She comes home without her husband. It is her anniversary, and she breaks down in tears.

And I just don't know what to say.