I walked into his room, and he appeared to be sleeping, but there was something different. He just looked different, better, but different. I asked my Mom how he was doing today, and saw his eyes pop open. I approached the opposite side of the bed that my Mom was on, and he held up his hand for me, and just had a genuinely happy face. There were no available chairs, so I knelt down beside him, and upon my Mom's request, he reached out to touch my nose. She started snappin pictures on her cell phone. I told him, "Hey Dad, Mom is taking pictures of us!". He threw up his hand and gave a wave, then threw up a "peace" symbol. When my Mom and I were done laughing, I looked down and he had a huge smart alec smile on his face. She managed to get this shot...
She then leaned in to kiss him goodbye, and told him she is going home to take care of Jack. He SNAPPED his fingers, and patted the bed as if Jack was in the room. I was blown away. Brad tells me he was snapping his fingers the night before too. We'll have to get Jack back in there soon. As I was trying to leave, he got ahold of his electric bed adjuster thing, and was going to town inclining, declining, toes up, toes down...cracked me up. I love days like this.
2 comments:
What a great picture and report. He is well on his way to recovery. What a character. Sorry about the two comments on yesterday's blog. I thought they were not going.
I would still like to have Chris's email address, so I can occasionally send him thoughts that need not be shared with everyone.
This is also a test to see if I know what I am doing. You know the story about old dogs and new tricks.
Olga sends her love for you all also.
Bud and Olga
Sorry Bud, I forgot to respond to your last request. You can email me at petrofied@gmail.com
Thanks for the comments!
Chris
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