A few months ago, I decided to spend Thanksgiving with my parents. They are both in their 80s.

My dad had a stroke four years ago and has made little progress. My siblings moved Dad back home from the nursing facility.

My mom is “mostly” his full-time caregiver (minus 34 hours from the state), and Mom is aging faster than my dad.

So Kelsey and I hopped into the car and drove more than 1,000 miles to Pennsylvania. Kelsey wanted to visit Grandma and Grandpa. After all, the extended family are her life.

Plus, I was ready for a road trip and excited to travel. That is ... until, we hit the Pennsylvania border, where the weather was freezing and it was snowing.

I get very anxious when I hit the “Welcome to PA” sign and hate the remaining miles. Irregardless, Kelsey and I kicked the radio up to high and sang Christmas songs as we enjoyed early Christmas decorations.

When we exited the Pennsylvania turnpike, we knew it was just an hour until we could park in front of Grandma’s row house. Kelsey was getting excited, and I was ready to sleep.

As I turned the corner of my parents’ street, there was my little 4-foot, 11-inch mother, pushing my father in his wheelchair. I nearly cried.

They were both bundled up, and Mom was aggressively maneuvering the wheelchair over the brick sidewalk.

I honestly don’t know how my mom does it. My dad is paralyzed on his right side, cannot talk and requires 24-7 care. Mom has to lift him out of his hospital bed to get him into his wheelchair. What an example of unconditional love, my mom is to me.

Anyway, we honked the horn and screamed and yelled. I know my mom teared up.

Today, this is what my column is all about, my feelings of gratefulness to my awesome siblings, their spouses and my mom. The time and work required for my father’s care, and the upkeep of their home, has to be exhausting. Plus, they each have families of their own.

First is my sister Lindy, who drives from Delaware at least one day a week to help mom with dad. She cleans windows, paints, shops, takes dad for medical care, decorates, does the lawn work and loves on them.

Then, there is my brother Thad who performs the home and car repairs, bathing, shaving, lifting, the respite care and cheering dad on.

My sister Judy works on the shopping specials, like recently when mom needed new carpet and a sofa. Judy is the bargain hunter. And Judy and her husband fill in as caregivers, frequently.

My sister Debbie, who lives in Arizona, flew in for Veterans Day weekend and helped Mom clean and prepare for the carpet, which is a huge amount of work. She also got things in order for the winter.

My oldest sister Laura coordinates everything, including dealing with the state for aging services (you all know where I stand on state services), the budget, the medicine, the doctors, the insurance, the caregivers, the medical supplies, wheel chairs and hospital equipment ... and on and on and on.

They are providing my parents with exceptional care, dignity, respect and love. What a blessing they are to my parents, and to me.

Laura, Judy, Debbie, Lindy and Thad, thank you and I love you.