Jerry and I went to see Mom and Dad today. They were already in the cafeteria when we arrived. Mother was slumped over in her wheelchair sleeping and mumbling. Dad was eating on a bag of potato chips. Of course, their food was no where near arriving which drives me crazy. I got Dad some coffee and he seemed okay. He knew who I was and was fairly alert. Nikki had cut and soaked his fingernails and they looked so good. Pam called me later this afternoon after she had also been to visit and she was very upset. She will post about her visit I'm sure. The problem is that there is nothing that we can really do to help their situation except visit as often as we can. I also hate the whole nursing home scene, but there just isn't another alternative. Dad is the one to be pitied. I know his life must be SO boring and dull there. I always think about how much he loved sitting on the porch and drinking coffee and just being out in the yard and it's just so sad. I also think about how much worse they are today than when we took them there that first day. There's a big world of difference between them then and now and it's not good differences. I sometimes think about when we took them that day and how they had no idea that they would never be home again and it's really hard. They are just so sad and like Pam said, it's just not a good way to end your life. Well, I guess I'd better go take my shower before I get really depressed! Anyway, love you all, pat