Dad spent a few days in Memorial Hospital last week. Having a loved one in the hospital is stressful. Since I live really close to the hospital I would make sure I was there first thing in the morning just in case the doctor made early rounds (which never happened!). I’m not complaining. I loved spending time with dad in the morning drinking our coffee, reading the paper and sharing the daily news.
Mom would come mid-morning, then either Joyce, Nancy or Linda… or son-in-laws and grandchildren. Dad is thankful to have so much family support. It still bothers me that his roommate didn’t have one visitor the entire time dad was there.