My dad is receiving many prayers, through friends here and friends elsewhere, and the prayers are helping him! He is stable again and I got to say a lovely "Happy Birthday" to him...got to say "I love you" once more...got to stroke his white, funny-ish birdy hair, and comfort him another day. When I left the hospital this afternoon, he was doing better, but he was sleeping a lot today due to the meds he received. But he held my hand when I first got there and was looking around, so I can accept my portion and be blessed for this day.
With Dad, a very little has meant a lot to us in the last few years since he has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease. But I still look for that smile, that grin, and sometimes, a few words. Dad is Dad to me, no matter how he changes. God has been able to birth in me a love and acceptance of whatever life Dad has, and however he can express that life, I'm learning through every illness, to be content.
Thank you for your prayers! Thank you for your caring words! I know I was blessed to read them when I came home today. Hugs to you, my friends.