Yesterday my father was doing well and the doctors were pleased. The physical therapists were able to help him sit up in bed and move to the wheelchair, where he sat for half an hour. He had a fever in he night. The doctors don’t know what caused it. Today he couldn’t sit up, even with help. He never made it to the chair. The tremors are back.
The good news: they found no more cancer around his eye. He knows my mother’s name.
My mother says the house is too empty. Too quiet.
I’ll drive to Houston in the morning to see him. To comfort my mother. I fear she’ll be comforting me.
I love my father. More than I knew.
There is something wonderfully hidden in the Father-Daughter relationship..:-)
Sending good thoughts for today!
I didn’t realize that until now, Lynne. I thought it was all conflict and strife. It isn’t. And it never was.
The important thing is you know.. does not matter when you know just that you do 🙂
peace thoughts going to you
Thank you, Gert.