today, Baba, you were sitting up in your hospital bed and having soup. Your first taste of 'food' in twelve days. Visiting hours were over; on special request they let us peek through the door as you had your first sip. You saw us, grinned and gave us a huge "thumbs up" sign.
That evening, I went back and made you your cup of tea. Tea. Your most favourite beverage in the world. You were so happy. You looked at me, yours eyes shining bright, and said, "Today is the best day!"
You said a lot of things to me that day, DaddyDearest. You talked about your experience of being shuttled from room to room through never-ending corridors. You said you were going to write about your entire hospital experience and had even thought of the title -- From Doom to Room.
It was the last time you were so chatty, Daddy.
Exactly one month ago, today.
What do I write about now, DaddyDearest? "From Room to Doom"?
Missing you something awful today, Baba...
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9 comments:
Hugs M4, its better him being with God, than the Hospital room I guess. Lots of love.
hugs m4 lots of them
Hugs, sona.
Hugs, M4.
huggg.
There's this book called The Year of Magical Thinking, by Joan Didion, written after her husband's death, which describes how so much of the first year of bereavement is filled with memories of special dates and events. I have it if you'd like to read it. Things will get better, love.
have read the last two posts and feeling choked
(((((((((((((hugs))))are all I have to give you MM..lots and lots of them..
for, words are beyond me right now.
Hugs M4!!!! (I had a award for you...please check it when you are better and okie...on my blog)
I've heard this almost everytime M4, where they get very vital and alive just before their time is up :( And they cheat you into thinking that the storm is over.
Happened to my grandma also - I think it's for us that is happens so we get one full day of happiness to remember when they move on.
Somewhere he lives M4, he does. Take care.
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