Some of you have heard that my 94 year old dad had a stroke on Friday morning. He came out of it very well, really, with just a few minutes of confusion, and loss of movement in one of his legs.
He is in the hospital right now, having physiotherapy. Only my mom is allowed in with him, and he really needs her. He hates the hospital.
It was his first ride in an ambulance on Friday.
We have to get him walking again to take him home, even for home care, at least that is what I understand from the ever-changing reports.
My niece has been a pillar of strength and help for my mom. My brother is on his way here from New York to help with decision making.
We are in a time of change, and the only thing I can do is trust the God who allows it and the process of life and even death on this earth.
My dad is a very sharp person mentally, also very sweet and generous. He loves to be HOME. He’s also a very quiet man, private. He hates hoopla.
I want you to know that he dislikes any fuss, but I want you to pray for him. My parents are having their 65th wedding anniversary in May. Perhaps you could send a card if you feel led.
I’ll send you the address if you ask me privately and I can verify you.
I have a rotten headache, since Friday, and I am battling deep emotions. I’m tired.
Thank you for your prayers. Change is not easy for me. It never has been easy for me. I accept it. I acknowledge it. I have hope for the future.
“I know the plans I have for you! Plans to prosper you, and NOT to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future.” —-Jeremiah 29:11 CH