My dad is in the hospital. He went in for treatment, but instead they are doing more tests as his health continues to decline. He is having his third spinal tap today.
We will go to visit later, but I spent the morning making the spaghetti sauce I used to make with him on the weekends as a kid. I smiled as I put in the bay leaves - always 2, I have no idea why.
It feels good knowing we'll come back to the house to the smell of that sauce simmering.