2/5/2018

Today is day 29. 29 days since dad has been in the hospital. Mom has been a real trooper, going to the hospital day after day, staying hours upon hours. Giving dad the voice that he needs. Not only that, she comes home, and writes updates, every single day. I don’t always. Some days I don’t know what there is left to say. You all know what we feel, and it seems pointless to say day after day that we are sad and miss dad. Of course, we do, and that hasn’t nor, will it change.

He does progress. So very slowly….it is hard to tell any progress since we are so close to it. Today he is so very tired. Between learning how to breathe, and physical therapy, not to mention the fact that every 30 minutes or so, someone wakes him up to check on tubes and give him medicine. He can’t even hold his eyes open today. He looks terribly pitiful.

Here at home it feels strangely quiet. Like something is missing from our life. It’s hard to remember what day it is. They all sort of bleed together into one continuous nightmare. I’m so ready for this to be over. Ready to wake up in the morning without a heaviness in my chest that weighs down to the bottom of my feet.

I miss dad’s hugs. No one gives hugs quite like him. The scratchiness of his beard on my neck and his strong arms around me keeping me safe, and I know everything will be ok. I feel so afraid without him. He didn’t leave instructions or anything, and I learn something new every day. While I guess that is a good thing to know in the long run, under the circumstances I hate it.

You all have been so good to us. Making sure we know you’re there and giving us everything we need. We love all of you. Keep praying.

Love, Hannah

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