I went to visit Dad in the hospital today. The same drive after work, the same parking spot, the same elevator, the same ward. The only change is he's in a different bed. The hospital smells the same. It's very distinct. I've spent many hours there. Many hours. Many weeks. Many months.
Dad doesn't want to be there. He kept saying "I don't want to be here. I want to go home. Your Mom said it was okay for me to go home." What could I say. I would feel the same.
Dad doesn't want to be there. He kept saying "I don't want to be here. I want to go home. Your Mom said it was okay for me to go home." What could I say. I would feel the same.
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