10/08/2026
📸 From the archives
I took this selfie at a Wind-down Thursday event at the MGM. Little did I know that the next day, the place where my father was supposed to be getting skilled care was going to tell me he had run out of days there and had to move out. I had battled with the admin and care staff there for a few weeks, at that point. I was exhausted. I was unhappy with his care. I was out of options. But Daddy made me commit to taking care of myself in the process of caring for him. So I went out that night. Those who don’t know me well might miss this, but I can look at this photo—right through the half-smile—and see the anguish on my face. I was trying my best to keep hope alive. Daddy knew I was tired. He was too. I bright him home. He stayed with us 12 more days.
