Yesterday my Mother called me to see if I was coming to help Pop with his exercises. She left a message on my cell phone. When I called back to my surprise my Dad answered. It was nice to hear his voice and he asked my how I was and if I was out of town. He knows I travel for a living so I know he knew who it was. I told him I was and that I was sorry that I couldn't come and help him out tomorrow. He told me it was alright and that he loved me. It wasn't a long conversation probably because of me.
I think I am still in the mind set that he has such a hard time speaking that he doesn't want to. I am starting to get the feeling I might be wrong on that one.
It was nice to talk to him and then reflect on how well he has done since his stroke. It has now been about six and a half months.
I do miss the way he was but I feel blessed he is still here to hug and kiss my kids when we come over every week.
Joe
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