That's my dad. He's 76 and lives in Missouri. He's in a Nursing Home and everytime we go to visit, it breaks our hearts. Once this past Spring, we were getting ready to come back home after a visit with Daddy and Jack asked if we could pack up Granpa Red and bring him home. Jack and I sat down and cried while I explained to him why we couldn't do that. It's tough! Dad's doing ok right now, holding on. He beggs us to stay when it's time for us to leave. It's bitter-sweet. Enjoy some photos of us and Daddy.
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