Visiting Dad

This weekend I made another trek down here to Indiana to visit with my parents. Dad now stays on the ground floor, usually in his comfy recliner. Once a day in the morning he makes his way up the steps to take a shower upstairs. (The scary part is when he comes down...)

Gratefully, dad regained a bit of energy this weekend, after being extremely weak from the pneumonia and therapies. He now has the energy to watch television or sometimes read in between resting. (I've brought him an entire season of MacGyver on DVD, so that should keep him busy for a bit.)

This morning, he actually went to his church and sat in the second row. People there were so thrilled to see him, and they all signed up to help mom out for a few hours here and there so she can get a break.

Continued prayers are appreciated, as he has not fully recovered from the pneumonia and is constantly wheezing. Mom needs prayer for sleep at night and stamina as his primary caregiver. She is such a trooper. (This Monday through Wednesday alone, she'll accompany dad to 5 doctor appointments.)

As Thanksgiving week begins, I am thankful for small joys: the pleasure of holding Dad's hand as I walked him a few hundred feet home from their church. I'm so thankful he's my father; so thankful for every moment we can treasure. So thankful for good memories.

Hugs to you,
Suzie