My Mom and Dad didn't make it to Bible study last night. The last time my Mom didn't make it to Bible study was when she was in labor with my big sister, S, who was born in 1955. My Dad has never missed Bible study, even when there were thirty inches of snow that he had to get through. He went. My Dad can't walk, so now he's a shut-in, to be ministered to like the people he's ministered to for the last sixty years. Lots of people have brought food. He has physical therapy Thursday, and I made Mom promise me she'd make him get frequent blood tests. I just wanna go home.