Sunny day. Entering dark parking garage.
Dark entryway. Sterile air inside closing doors.
White walls. Winding corridors. Lonely elevator.
Nurses talking the only voices.
Uncertainty when entering room, peeking around the curtain, hoping to be intruding on the silence of the right patient. Unsure of whether he will look like a little old man or someone returning to good health.
Hugs. Talking. Concerns shared. Life updates. Sitting together. Smiles of reassurance.
Deep conversations about the future.
Loving words known.
Fresh air. Sun returns to my eyes.
These are just simple thoughts that ran through my head when I first went to visit my dad in the hospital (23 days ago). I decided to share them today as yesterday I drove my dad to a rehab facility to regain his strength before his returning home.
Dad was in the hospital for 27 days and thoroughly enjoyed his 1/2 hour journey of freedom, enjoying ice cream along the way. What a stark difference between the hospital and the rehab facility! I’ll share those fleeting thoughts another day. Thank you to all who prayed for my dad. Pneumonia isn’t pretty.
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