Leaving on a Jet Plane

I leave Florida today and leave my Dad in the very capable hands of my Mom, brother and sisters. He is a long way from full recovery, although he sleeps a little less and talks and interacts a little more everyday. He has slept most of the time since being discharged from the hospital. This was initially hard for all of us, considering his rapid gains right after surgery, but sleeping a lot is no doubt speeding his recovery. We haven’t always let him rest, though. Yesterday we played Barrel of Monkeys on his chest while he dozed. I am sure he appreciated it.

He woke up this morning hungry, another good sign, since he hasn’t wanted to eat much since the surgery. Everyday gets a little better. I wish I were staying long enough to see him fully recovered.

It’s been fun spending time with my family, and it’ll be hard to say goodbye. We live so far away and though we try to get together throughout the year, work and school and life inevitably get in the way. Sadly, it takes a crisis like this to get us to drop everything and get together. Here’s hoping for a happy reason to get together soon.