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Was talking to my sister, sammantha for a minute this morning and asked how Dad was last night when she was there. He'd not had a good day but she commented that he has been more himself this last week and a half since everything was out in the open than he has been since his operation in May and i know it's because the pressure is off and he doesn't have the stress of pretending or wondering or worrying. He smiles a bit more, he is making jokes and puns again, well more often at least, including a completely unexpected joke last night. Many of you aren't on her flist so i should tell you ... she asked him if he had any odd dreams (because he's on a low dosage of morphine syrup as a cough suppressant) and he said last night he'd dreamed he was a policeman and when he woke up he was holding his billy club! *snort* That's the Dad i know and love :)

My duty today was to make copies of their legal papers and birth/marraige certificates and i was looking at the marriage cert. and got a little sad seeing his signature yet i smiled to see it. You never know when little things like that will take you, i guess. One thing i know, though, there are no bad memories (other than him being ill this year, but that's not the kind of bad memories i mean), only good ones, happy ones, funny ones and special ones. He isn't violent, he isn't a drinker, he isn't stern and demanding, he isn't cranky and surly, if he shouted, the rare occaisions, there was a damn good reason.

I'll stop there for now or i won't be able to stop :)