My Dad Called! From His House! I can almost Cry!
As some of you might know, last spring, a blood vessel in my father's brain popped which caused him to fall down horribly on the cement at an intersection. He was missing for a couple of hours when my mother could no longer deal with his mysterious disappearance and called the police. Thankfully the police found him but they found him with a badly shattered hip. This incident sent me into a whirlwind of panic and massive crying and to buy the first open plane ticket out of Japan.
After a three week visit of being with my father in intensive care, three months of email chain letters with his doctors, four going on five months of rehab and a summer visit home to see him. My father was finally able to return to his apartment this weekend to see if he can handle himself outside of Riverside Rehabilitation Hospital!
It is still early and this visit this weekend is only a trial, but maybe, maybe my Father can return home! And not have to live in a retirement home which he would hate and wish to burn down. This is one of the best things that has happen in a really long time.
Must not get too excited but I just so happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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My heart leaped tall buildings when I saw his number on my cellphone tonight. There are no words. No words.
It is clique but seeing his number on my cellphone tonight; I never realize just how much I missed seeing it. Nor the depths of my love for him.
I want to say thank you to my sisters, Sarah and Mouna for understanding my distance with them when I was home. I love and miss you both. Sorry I didn't spend the time with you, you deserved.
Karen, Dawn,Paul, Kristin,Jane, Wen,Kristine, Saraj, Kerry Ann, Deb and Cyra; you guys were just awesome last spring in how you helped me in your own way deal with my craziness. Some did it with deep long conversations and others just by checking in with me or just hanging out.
Big Hug.
My Boss. The Kinki Crew. The Kuwana crew. Tiff. And some of my teachers.
I know I was a mess when I left for the plane last spring. I am glad that I work with people who were really supportive.
And everyone who sent emails.
But the real thanks has to go to my Mother, who did not break down when he disappeared but took charge of the situation. This experience has made me realize that my mother is much strong than she looks and what most people take her for. I have found a whole new respect for her and her ability to survive and love.
Again it is still too early to see what is going to happen. But man tonight was just great and I had to say something.
Love,
Naomi