Here we are again. Same hospital, different room, different problem.  Waiting for test results, doctors, and a miracle. But it’s the season of miracles, isn’t it?  We can hope and pray we get one.

 

12-23-17 hospital.jpg

 

Watching dad eat his imaginary food, driving his imaginary cars and speaking in a way no one can understand is heartbreaking to watch.  Just last month he was celebrating Thanksgiving at our house and pushing Brenden around in his walker.

 

11-19-17 Dad @ Thanksgiving 2

In the rare moments that dad is in the present he can still make me laugh.  And then I’ll cry because it is a reminder of what was and may never be again.