Darned His Socks |
A couple of summers ago, I sat down in my Dad’s office and he asked me: “Why do you come so often?” I said: “To visit you.” He said: “So, I’m not just the guy who sends you money?” I said: “You’re my Dad!”
That was years later. But, well before that, my father underwent major surgery. He remained in the hospital for many weeks – not because of the surgery itself, but because of a hospital error.
When he returned home, he had to be fed through a PEG tube. But over time, he relearned how to eat, and even how to enjoy food again.
Still, he was not quite the same after that. He required more care – much of which fell to my mother.
And yet, over the next ten years or so, he was still very much the........