I got to watch my dad bike and walk today, which is pretty damn cool and amazing to see. He gets to march back and forth between parallel bars and the therapist is there to catch him if he drops. He is mostly hunched over, but he's doing it, so hey.

I feel like I kinda have a piece of my old dad back. The strong daddy who didn't give up. It's nice to see a bit of fight in him coming back, like he's finally not going to let this disease take him, literally, sitting down.