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.