After getting a full night's sleep (plus a couple of extra hours), my parents had a very good day today. My dad's mood has improved considerably. My mom first noticed an improvement in my dad's attitude after he talked to my brother and I last night. He has not vomited today and, thus, was able to keep some food down.
There are weeks where I lose track of the days. For me this has been one of those weeks. While listening to the clock radio Friday morning, I was confused about why there was a Friday only program on. It took many minutes before I realized that it was actually Friday.
I have shared with some people how this has affected my memory. Schedules and names have suffered the most. However, I have recently noticed an improvement. I no longer have the chronic feeling that I'm missing a scheduled appointment, event or activity.
The journey is by no means over, though. We are proceeding on this path. Along the route, we must sometimes make decisions about when to move mountains and when not to. Often without even realizing it, others have moved mountains to make things happen for us. Sometimes these people are strangers or people we hardly know, but most times it is an extended family member or a family friend. My family and I are extremely blessed to have such generous and caring people in our lives. Thank you.
My dad sliding down the waterslide on the back of our boat while Michael and Mark are jumping off the top deck. You can unfortunately only see Mark's arm. (Actually, my brother picked another picture to include, but I like this one better.) 
My dad, Muriel and Kyle "holding up one of the bridges". This was my dad's idea, and the kids enjoyed playing along. 
Finally, my dad is finishing up a John Grisham book on the beach.
