Week 2 at home

Week One, as I said before, was a transition.

Week Two sees the family transitioning better. The struggles we saw in Week One, are becoming less of a struggle, and more of a fluent series of motions. Thanksgiving will be a little weird this year, since we do not want to tease him on his favorite holiday with all the lovely smells of all the things he loves, but cannot have. So, we will likely just decorate the house in preparation for Christmas, maybe take a drive somewhere with him...anything to keep his mind of mashed potatoes, gravy, turkey, etc etc. Personally, I hate eating in front of him. But, a little twist to the holidays never hurt anyone! At least my caloric intake won't be so high this year! :)

I worked with his left leg recently, and to my surprise, it is getting stronger...and with his foot on my chest, I prompted him to "push me away" with his foot....and felt him pushing. This was very pleasing. The arm has movement, but not particularly in the way we would like it too. But, some movement is better than none.

I'd like to spend the rest of this post on my Mom. I've spoken of my worries for her and her piece of mind often throughout this ordeal. She seems so fragile to me, as she is my Mom, but upon reflection of this entire event...she has been the glue for all of us. Now that he is home, she is committed to his care. It is extremely hard work, yet she exudes an inner strength that I can only imagine she got from her own mother...a very VERY strong woman. She redefines "Stand by your man", a characteristic that is extremely rare in this day and age. Her care for my Dad comes like second nature, involving some things that nobody would ever want of their mate. Perhaps that is why her sons are all still single, because none of us can find one like her. Personally, I have known only two women in my long history of dating that I could honestly say would stand by me through thick and thin...and of course I foolishly let them slip away.

My Dad hit gold when he met my Mom. Through all the stress and heartache of everything that has happened since July 28th, she stands her ground. This woman I thought to be so fragile, has more strength than each of her sons combined. I am constantly writing about my Dad and his ambition to get stronger, and recouperate....but I have never really stopped to give props to whom he is fighting to get back to, for without her....I honestly think he would have given up a long time ago. I love you Mom!


Happy Thanksgiving everyone.

Be sure to show your thanks, love, and appreciation to the "glues" in your lives. Enjoy your time with your families. If you cannot be with them, reach out and call someone you may have not talked to in a long time. Bury your grievances, bury the past. Reach out and be the bigger person. Not only does it feel good to be hugged, but it feels really good to do the hugging.