Holly and I went to Charleston SC last w-e to be with my Mom and visit my stepdad who is still in the hospital. He was moved from the Neuro ICU but remained delirious the entire time that we were there. It has been weighing heavily on us as I knew it would if/when he got worse. Well, we are there. He just hasn't bounced back from his most recent surgery, though my Mom said that he woke up yesterday-could eat, talk, recognize folks, and even stand for a bit. Hard, hard to watch such a big man be dwarfed by this illness and his hospital bed. I guess we all look small when we are sick, can't eat, and just lie in those hospital beds under florescent lights. I hope that he continues to make rapid progress from here and enjoys some more good times before whatever is around the next corner. I'll apologize right here for all of the bruises Brian probably has from me rubbing his sternum this w-e as I tried to get him to wake up and talk to us.
Our trip to NH to cross country ski seems so long ago now (the hospital will do that to you). I did want to show off the kittygirl we brought back. The B&B had all kinds of stuffed bears, cats, and moose situated on the beds for guests to enjoy. We "adopted" this one since it reminded us of our cat, Gracie, with that same beautiful, calico, queenie personality. Here she is hanging out on the couch.
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