I went over at my folks today to pick the kids after work.
DA was eating dinner while my Mom was feeding ZA. So I grabbed a plate as well.
Dad: After you girls finish eating, I want to talk to you both.
Don't you just hate it when you hear THOSE kind of words?
DA and I just listened. We didn't say a word until he was done.
He let us know WHERE he wants to be buried.
He asked DA to approach BE and try to resolve the riff between them.
He told us that he wants us to take care of our Mom after he's gone.
It was weird.
But it was important for him to say it. And important for us to hear him. His wishes.