Daughter and I woke up early to take Mom to church. After we has breakfast at the nearby greasy spoon. Back at Mom's house I shovelled the car out from under all the snow. I was concerned that the car was sitting for too long and it wouldn't be able to start. After an hour of shovelling I was able to start the car. I took it out for a bit and then filled it with gas. I didn't want ice to develop in the mearly empty tank.
We went to the hospital and found brother in Dad's room. He promptly left without saying anything to me. He spoke briefly to Mom and then said bye to her.
Dad was having a great day. Daughter spoke to him. He nodded to her questions. He even spoke a few words. "Yes", "ya" and "I'm warm" were the highlights. It looks like he's even trying to sit up. He's still strong. I know he's going to recover some what. To what degree is the big question now.
Daughter was so happy to see Dad make some progress. And so am I.
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