Our road trip first brings us to Reno to see my brother’s family and my parents. My mom is better is some ways, able to sit in a wheel chair and get out of bed, but in other ways not great – she is not interacting much. My father feeds her 3 meals a day at the nursing home. His concern and love for her is so everlasting that is almost is painful. The most I can really do at this point is to sit with her and hold her hand and talk a bit. I feel a bit helpless. This is the reality of her state as her end of life is nearing.