Just about 4 weeks ago, my dad suffered a stroke...A couple of my brothers and I flew to the Midwest immediately to meet up with our 3 other siblings. When we arrived it was quite late so we poked in on our dad only to find him in a "coma" state to help stabilize him. Deciding there was not much to do until the morning, we looked for a place to lay our heads until then...the sweet nurse suggested we stay in the family center of the hospital..
it had a pull out love seat and a chair.
Ok, I love my brother and all but at 6' something and 250+lbs, I said, Ahhh, I don't think this is going to cut it. We quickly found a Holiday Inn Express!
The first 72 hours were the hardest...we played the waiting game. Fortunately, I have many siblings, aunts and uncles who cared as much.
The nurses and doctors really didn't know what they were getting into...we took shifts going in to his room to talk with him while he was hooked up to every apparatus you can imagine...
they asked often...how many kids did your dad have??
Every day we experienced new emotions of sadness,
of hope, of uncertainty....I was very lucky to be surrounded by diversions..
to help remember a certain time of life, to make me smile and to eat something sweet...
my sister-in-law made these to die for short bread cookies that just melt in your mouth.
Diversions come in handy during a time like this...
my sister and I found a mall nearby and did a little retail therapy!
Today, my dad is recovering in rehab and works diligently every day to speak and walk again...
our prayers and thoughts are with him.
I'm just sayin'