Visited my husband last night after work, he held hard onto my arm, with near tears in his eyes. How he hates for me to leave. We are married, we shouldn't be apart night after night. He feels it so much harder. How many different hospitals and now a nursing home has he been in? How many different beds trying to find one that he is comfortable in? And how many different room mates, as they all left before him?
And now it is Father's Day. No dinner of his favorite foods spread across our table with grandkids laughing all around. No silly gifts and sentimental cards. Just another day waking up alone in a room away from home. Away from his wife, the love of his life. Away from his dog and cat. Away from his TV and his remote. Away from the Church Services he watches on the web and TV. Away...
No wonder he tears up and clings to my arm. How it hurts us both.
But the infection didn't win and soon he can start therapy. Soon he can begin to rebuilt the muscle strength he has lost and hopefully overcome other new challenges that have become part of his daily life. And maybe come home before summer is over.
Thank you to you who continue to pray and care.