Daddy returned home today, after being away for a total of 40 days. He walked up the 3 flight of stairs to our place and that itself exhausted him. He has lost a tremendous amount of weight but from the look on his face, it's obvious that he is glad to be back home. We are too. At least now we can keep a closer eye on him and we do not have to travel far daily to visit him.
40 days. I read stories where it took stroke patients months or even years to recover. Some never do fully recover. I'm so thankful that Daddy's alright now. It must have been all the prayers from the family and our friends and not forgetting Daddy's own will-power to recover. My dad is a fighter; he would never give up that easily. He is such an inspiration. I love him so much.
This incident got me thinking how we take the people in our lives for granted. We assumed that he went to work or to the polyclinic.
I've never bonded with my dad as much as I did during the 40 days that he was in the hospital. I'd spent more time conversing with my dad in the hospital than I ever have living with him. That's shameful. I do take people for granted, especially family. I'm just glad that he's back with us now.
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