Anyone who knows me, knows how much I hate california, after growing up there, I was so happy when I found the desert life suited me better then the cold damp beach life. But I go. It usually rains and it did as we were leaving.
The one great thing about california is I get to spend time with my son (and his very smart & beautiful wife). Travis is such a good person, he is the only person who can tolerate my mom and her over bearing cranky-ness. They have always been close and even more so as she got older and more dependant on him. He checks on her everyday now that she is at a hospital close by him.
My mom cannot speak with the trach/vent so she can only use hand gestures, she saves the one finger gestures for the nurses, but one time when Travis and I were walking out and I was saying goodbye she circled above her head and pointed to Travis, I know what it meant, Travis knows too, Well, she did not have to tell me, my son is an Angel, and I could not be more proud of him for the roll he is taking in the care of my mom, his grandma. I love him.
Travis and his Tow Truck