My dad.

My dad had a stroke last June. It was very scary for me.. he is all I have of my family. I don't have a mom and my kids don't have a granny. So, in some ways, I depend on my dad for alot emotionally.



So, when he had his stroke, things changed with him. Sometimes - well, alot of times, I can have a conversation with him and he doesn't get it. My "little" brother and I describe it as "losing him" in ways. Almost like a death. Somehow, he is not the same.



So, last week, he brought a cake to a church function for V day. And Tripp loved it. Now, my dad will do things like bake cakes or cook sometimes, when it is convenient for him. His efforts are sweet, really. He does a good job.



So, look what he brought over awhile ago, while I was posting my angry ihavehadabadday vent.



A cake he made himself - red velvet - that says Trip David Sadler Loue, Pa (he told me he ran out of V's for loVe.)







Tripp wanted a piece of cake in an ice cream cone. I obliged.

Tripp and my dad.

I really have no complaints.