From Wednesday
Noone reads this, but should anyone come across it, my dad is back... extremely frail, damaged, and maybe not whole... but no longer empty.
And I don't know if this is a good thing or not.
He thinks he's in California, circa 1991 (or maybe 1983). And he doesn't want to move to that "damn cold hell" - Minnesota.
I stroked his hair, and asked softly, "Do you want the bad news yet?"
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Comment by Barry G.— 2008/04/18 @ 03:56 AM — (Reply)
Comment by mos— 2008/04/18 @ 03:59 AM — (Reply)
Monday found him on a ventilator, and unresponsive to anything but outright pain, and only barely responsive to that. We were bracing ourselves for some tough decisions.
Of course, the old bastard is too stubborn (my sister's words) to let us off that easy, and he's back with us, mostly. There does seem, to me at least, to be some damage to his memory that's different from past episodes of disorientation.
But at least physically, he's on the mend and getting stronger.
Thanks for asking. :)
Comment by Michael— 2008/04/18 @ 06:41 AM — (Reply)
Comment by jim— 2008/04/18 @ 06:54 AM — (Reply)