Memories

Last night, Dad and I had a little free time. I asked him if he'd like me to read to him, and he suggested I read through the comments on the blog (some of the older ones he doesn't remember us reading to him). I asked him if he wanted me to read just the comments, or the entries too. Quietly, he said, "Read it all."

So, I read it all. We sat there for a couple of hours, reliving his recovery. We chuckled, we cried. He kept saying it was all "overwhelming." Many things he remembered. Some he didn't. Afterward, he paid me the highest compliment by saying I had "really honored" him by doing this blog. Honestly, though, how can you not honor a man like Dad who has touched so many lives; loved and lived with friends and family through dark times; and served God, family, and country the best way he knew how? How he has handled everything that has happened to him is a constant inspiration to me. Even when he gets down, he is still pushing, still trying, still fighting. I am the one who is honored. To be his daughter.

On a side note, if you could please pray for us. Tomorrow we will have a family meeting with Mom and her psychologist at the care center. Pray that it would go well, that we would all be receptive to hear how best to get Mom (and ourselves!) through this tough time. (FYI, if anyone is interested there's a link at the top right of this page to a new blog which is, essentially, me blathering on about what's going on with me, Mom, and silly little things that happen "behind the scenes" of Dad's care.")