He sang quietly to himself as my sister serenaded my father.
I prayed that she would finish...but she just kept right on...
Karen is visiting from Manila.
She and I are taking our turn in Rochester, helping out.
Well I am anyway, Karen on the other hand may be hastening...
"EXCUSE ME!!!!" she barks at me.
"He said I sing wonderfully."
"You are just jealous because:
a) He cries when he listens to me sing.
b) I continually score 100 on this karaoke machine.
c) He calls me his souvenir!"
She speaks the truth.
He does not get teary eyed when I sing.
I have never scored well.
She does look like my father's mother--hence the moniker 'souvenir.'
Seriously though,
Karen's visit must be good for him.
For the first time last night he was able to sleep through the night.
We've had a breakthrough with his pain management
and he says that the constant outpouring of love from friends and family has left him with indescribable feelings.
My dad being at a loss for words is a first.
(More pictures to be posted here)