A good day

Today my dad had a good day. He was able to communicate even though he still had trouble speaking and couldn’t really remember many things.

But he had a good day. He ate an ice cream and drank a beer. After days of not getting anything but some fluids to swallow his pills given for his pneumonia.

He had a good day. He was rolled outside to the park in his bed and ate his lunch in the fresh summer breeze.

He had a good day. He is tired and everything happens in slow motion. He must think about things before he does them – such as swallowing. But today he had a good day.

It makes me both happy and sad. Impossible to describe. But he had a good day.

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