Yesterday we started a new tradition, I think. Since mom and dad are now residing in a nursing home, we were able to enjoy Father's Day in a large conference room provided for family functions and staff meetings. We were thankful that it was available. Jenn and family brought a huge bucket of KFC with all the trimmings, along with a wonderful key lime cheesecake, and DH and I brought Subway sandwiches and drinks. You can tell that we didn't mind letting someone else do the cooking. 
My dad seemed to be in a quiet mood, maybe a little overwhelmed with all of the activity surrounding him, but mom loves a party and was not phased at all. She has a new bout with cellulitis. Her poor legs are swollen and redish purple. Her skin looks like it could burst as it is so tight and shiny. If you push a finger into the swollen part of her leg, it sinks about an inch. She is taking an antibiotic and a water pill. Boy, I hope that does the trick. 
We went to their room to watch "Charlotte's Web" after our feast. Dad went to sleep on and off. I could tell that he wasn't feeling particularly good. DH had spent Saturday on top of our 2-story home's roof cleaning the gutters (a thankless job) and was ready to go home. I wanted to stay but knew that DH needed some TLC after 4 hours on the roof. Three generations of husbands and fathers were represented. My two sweet little grandsons wanted to be counted as future fathers too. I took photos but have not downloaded them yet. I hope to have them posted by Friday's Show & Tell.
Cross my fingers. 
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