
About 6 weeks ago I blooged about my parents (see June 7 - Time is Precious). Little did I know that a month later, my active, young at heart father would be facing his last day with us. Our family, small but with all 3 generations present, stood and prayed with the Priest after last rites and with each other as my niece held her bible (the bible itself was also a surprise.) It's been 14 days, and my father is returning from a rehab facility to his home.
The doctors are amazed, as are we all. Yet as I spoke with the doctor in ICU, I kept referring to the ways my Dad's surprised me recently. Well, needless to say, never more so than in his return from that precipice.
Thanks Dad. I wasn'y ready yet.




