We’ve visited Chuck’s Dad a total of eighteen times since we’ve been out here in Washington State. Dad has had good moments and not so good moments. There have been smiles from Dad which we treasure. There has been laughter and yes, tears. This afternoon, as Chuck and I stood beside Dad’s bed, B. who takes amazing care of him, asked Dad: “Milton, who’s that man?” as she pointed to Chuck. “That’s my son.” replied Milton. “And Milton, who’s that lady?” B. asked as she pointed to me. “That’s his wife.” said Dad. That was the first time in nine days that we really knew for sure that Dad actually knew who we were.
The photo above shows Seattle’s iconic 605 foot tall Space Needle decorated for Christmas. Well, that’s what they tell the public. But I’m pretty sure they trimmed it out in celebration of the wonderful gift the 94 year old patriarch of our family gave to Chuck and me today.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
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2 comments:
Beautiful post.. I'm swallowing a big lump...
I bet that makes it all worth it - for you guys and for him too
xxx
Hi Ronnie -
Because we live so far away, Chuck really had to make peace with the possibility of not seeing his Dad again when we left here back in the spring. So this time is all a bonus. We've been saying that this moment of recognition is the icing on the cake.
Thank you for all your support...
- Lee
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