Well, in short, I've been with my dad. Every day since July 26th. First we were at the hospital until he was discharged last Tuesday and at my parents' house ever since then.
You may be asking, why? Well, my dad had bypass surgery on the 27th and had he not had that surgery, I could have lost him. We even could have lost him during the surgery. I write this with tears in my eyes and snot running down my face because you don't understand... My dad is only 47. He is one of my best friends. I love him more than I could even put into words.
My parents and I have a special relationship that I haven't seen in many families. Some of my friends freak out at the way I speak to my parents but, it's never been strange to me because as I've said before, my parents are two of my best friends. I'm lucky to have them.
See, if I didn't have the parents that I do, I would not be the person I am today. I know I'm a little fucking nuts and I've got quirks up the ass, but if my parents were not who they are, I don't think I would have even made it this far in life (I'm talking about life, period) because my parents gave me a reason to live.
Now I have many reasons to live. I even have a partner in life.
I knew when I made the decision to move less than 5 minutes away from my parents, it was the right one. Cuz driving back and forth between houses all day would suck if I lived farther. :)