Get Well Soon

Dad took a bit step yesterday. A couple of work colleagues came by to wish him well and they brought him a get well card. The visitor “rules” is that there can only be two visitors per patient in the room at any one time. Well my aunt, uncle, cousin, husband, and other aunt were all there visiting when they arrived. We all went out into the hall so Dad’s colleagues could have some time with him. When I went in to the room to check that things were okay, Dad was pulling the card out of the envelope as he would before his heart attack.

Over the last week and a half his movements have really improved. He pushes up his glasses, adjust his blankets, shakes your hand on arrival and departure, points to this and that depending on what he’s trying to talk about, the list goes on but to walk in the room and see him opening the envelope like it was just another day was really great…but not the greatest thing that happened. I was standing by the bed chatting quietly with Dad’s colleagues when I heard him say something. At first it didn’t register but when it did I realized, he was READING the card. I immediately checked out the front to see if what he had said was actually the words that were there and sure enough, they were. I was dumbfounded. The inside proved to be too much for him because the script was fairly small and quite curly but at that point, I was tickled pink.