My grumpy old dad has turned 82. He's been doing surprisingly well, up and down, since his fall almost two years ago. It's impressive how much his body wants to live, even on the days he doesn't. His strength is slowly returning, but I'm taking credit for that since I baked him his favorite yellow cake with chocolate frosting. He always perks up with sweets, even though he may not look like it.
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