This photo represents a closed chapter with my in-laws. Everyday for lunch he would take her to Dairy Queen because she hasn't been capable of cooking the past three years. His cooking skills consist of instant oatmeal and peanut butter sandwiches.
When we visit on the weekends it's of course always Dairy Queen, always the same food order and usually the same booth.
One morning he didn't know who the woman was sleeping on the sofa so a tough decision was made to check them into the nursing home.
They spent the first day trying to escape.