Talking to my mum, and it hit me that my father turns 77 this year. I mean, yes, I know how old he is, but at the same time, I'm not sure it always quite sinks in. She was telling me he fell again, though he insists he's just fine. So since he refuses to see a doctor, what's actually going on with him is unknown. Now, when he had cancer 15 years ago, he was given maybe six months to live since the cancer had spread so far, they said that there's no way they could have gotten it all, but here he is, still pretty much in denial he ever had cancer. He only quit working full time two years ago, and still works part time now, so at least he's active, which is good because otherwise he'd sit in a chair and watch TV all day. And when he's home he makes my mum and brother crazy. So all in all, a good thing.
But other than that, she seems to be happy. The move to Utah, which will be two years this October was a good one, despite the mind numbing stress of it all. She has a job she loves, she finally has her own house, which she's never had before, and the people in the area have been so good to them. Kept an eye on my parents till my brother moved in, so I didn't have to worry as much :) Of course, mum really hopes we move next year, so we'll see how that goes.