Yesterday afternoon, when I walked into the family room after working in my office all morning, Dad was sitting in his wheelchair, awake and alert.
“How are you doing?” he said.
I was surprised to hear what sounded like a complete sentence, but I wasn’t quite sure what I had heard.
“What did you say?” I asked, hoping I had heard correctly, and hoping he could say it again.
“How are you doing”? he repeated. Now that is a question he gets asked quite a lot by both Mom and I, but he hadn’t said anything like this in quite a while.
“Well, Dad, I am doing just fine and I am so glad to see you.” A tear came to my eye and I gave him a big hug. He returned my hug with some vigor.
“You are a good boy,” he whispered in my ear.
Well, it was a wonderful afternoon.