My dad decided today that he’s had enough of the hospital and wants to escape. I don’t blame him. We spent the evening discussing details of this getaway. (It involved using a back elevator and leaving the monitors in the alley). I made him promise that he wouldn’t leave without me. He worries me, though. I am so worried about him.
I know someday he’s going to make the grand getaway, and I’ll be sad without him. In the meantime, he’s still cracking jokes. Such sweet medicine.
PS: Photo found here on ffffound!
PSS: By the way, I’m woefully behind on responding to emails at the moment! I’m catching up slowly, so please don’t be offended! I love you all. xoxox