Change
We left El Paso last night at 7pm. After 989.9 miles, we are home. On the drive, we got a message that he was completely off of the respirator and able to say a few words. I have a stand-by plane ticket and will be back soon to start a new path for us all.
My Dad opened his eyes and really looked at me yesterday. I saw the way it clicked for him, him realizing that his baby girls were there. He cried and it was so heart wrenching, especially because it made his vitals erratic. My sister asked if he was in pain, to which he nodded. When she asked if it was his body he shook his head no. I put my hand on his heart and he cried. I am so blessed to have this opportunity to strengthen my relationship with him.
This continues to be a life changing experience for both my sister and I. The intensity of the things we've witnessed in the last 12 days cannot be expressed in words. I'm still not sure this is real. I don't know what day it is and I certainly feel awkward being at home, in my own bed, not spending 12 hours in a hospital.
There have literally been hundreds, if not thousands, of people praying for my Dad. I have a reconnected line of faith after these last two weeks. He's still not out of the woods, so I do ask those of you sending prayers, love, or warm thoughts to continue. I 100% believe that my dad's progress has been a miracle. He beat the odds, but there were so many against him.
I appreciate those of you who have been supportive and the comments, e-mails, and IM's I've read as I've periodically checked. Celia, especially, thank you for coming to the hospital. I am so sorry I didn't call you before I left - and while it's on my mind I had to throw it in here. You are the reason I got through that day! You were a blessing to us that day and I can't express my gratitude enough. I owe you a million gobbles.
My Dad opened his eyes and really looked at me yesterday. I saw the way it clicked for him, him realizing that his baby girls were there. He cried and it was so heart wrenching, especially because it made his vitals erratic. My sister asked if he was in pain, to which he nodded. When she asked if it was his body he shook his head no. I put my hand on his heart and he cried. I am so blessed to have this opportunity to strengthen my relationship with him.
This continues to be a life changing experience for both my sister and I. The intensity of the things we've witnessed in the last 12 days cannot be expressed in words. I'm still not sure this is real. I don't know what day it is and I certainly feel awkward being at home, in my own bed, not spending 12 hours in a hospital.
There have literally been hundreds, if not thousands, of people praying for my Dad. I have a reconnected line of faith after these last two weeks. He's still not out of the woods, so I do ask those of you sending prayers, love, or warm thoughts to continue. I 100% believe that my dad's progress has been a miracle. He beat the odds, but there were so many against him.
I appreciate those of you who have been supportive and the comments, e-mails, and IM's I've read as I've periodically checked. Celia, especially, thank you for coming to the hospital. I am so sorry I didn't call you before I left - and while it's on my mind I had to throw it in here. You are the reason I got through that day! You were a blessing to us that day and I can't express my gratitude enough. I owe you a million gobbles.