My dad at his usual place in front of his computer this afternoon.
My dad went home today!!!
Mom writes:
After going in to ICU Monday with no speech and right side paralyzed, to think that he has progressed so far so quickly as to be home playing games and doing quicken on the computer, with no need for PT or OT is incredulously amazing. Making arrangements for speech therapy and followup in neurology. Thanks be to God!
She also added via text message that he’d already shot and killed a squirrel with his air rifle. (The squirrels are my dad’s arch-nemesis, eating his pecans and figs and getting into the attic to destroy the wiring.)
Tonight my mom and brothers and sister-in-law are planning to take him out to his favorite restaurant, Fonda San Miguel, to celebrate.
I’m amused by this photo of my dad with my brother Tim. My mom writes: “Well, we had twins today. When Randy got dressed to go home, it was the shirt he had when he went to the gym. Tim grabbed his shirt in Houston before driving to Austin… Funny!”
I’m sorry if this last picture upsets you, but I just have to share. My brother Stephen snapped a picture of my dad’s most recent offering to the vultures. When I was growing up I knew my dad was a country boy and he told stories about shooting and hunting and the like. Still, never in a million years did I imagine him taking pot shots at squirrels in the backyard. It reminds me of Steel Magnolias. I can’t stop chuckling about it. My dad is such a character, but really you’d never guess. Stephen says when he went to pick up dad’s things from the gym there were half a dozen pellets in the pants pocket.
Most definitely. I want the baby to live too! May God see it through.