My brother, found a rehab center in Nebraska and he wanted my parents to move there . So after about a year and a half my dad and mom moved in with my brother. The rehab was short lived and daddy began to decline. My brother and his family took care of dad and mom for about a year and a half. Shortly there after mom moved daddy into a nursing home. Every visit proved dad less and less with us. He suffered soooo much. It was disheartening to see him in so much pain, and to watch my mom endure so much. She stayed by his side and cared for him even when he would spit on her. She was a faith full wife, and friend.
Dad began to weaken and was taken home to be with Jesus, free from pain in 2008. We were sad, but no one wanted him to remain in such pain.
During this time we took the remainder of our money and hired a contractor to dry in our dream house. It no longer held my dreams.
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