A little background to prepare you…
My father had several surgeries in July and August. During his second surgery, the medical team made a grave error which caused either an ischemic or anoxic brain injury. This surgery was on August 1st. He is still unable to do lots of things he was fully capable of doing when he walked into the hospital that morning. It has been a long, hard road.
The following is an email I wrote to my four siblings and my Mom after a phone call from my Dad, while retrieving my daughter from school.
Dad called me and said that he had a message for me to relay. He said he had been trying to contact his family to let them know he was on his way home. That he couldn’t find Mom, to tell her he loves her immensely, and he will come home to her soon. (She was sitting right next to him in their home.)
I said that he might not understand this, but he was actually home with Mom. That he didn’t have to go anywhere. That he was being taken care of.
He said, “So you’re telling me I am home.” And then he kind of laughed in disbelief.
After a few nonsensical things about traveling, he said he was trying his best to get to me. I told him that I would come to him the next time we saw each other.
I told him that maybe some day he would be coming to Florida to live. He said, “Oh really! That would be good for me.” I agreed.
I heard Mom’s voice in the background, so I said goodbye and told him to hang up.
I had already lost it from his comment about loving mom ‘immensely’, so I needed to get off the phone before he heard the tears and sadness in my voice.
My heart is breaking.