When I got to the hospital this morning, I found my dad sleeping…and sleeping and sleeping. He was having a difficult time waking up and staying awake. The doctors are doing more testing to see if there’s anything else going on. In the afternoon, my mom and I went home to nap. My sister stayed at the hospital and called to report that my dad actually woke up for a while, ate a little, and talked a little. When my mom and I went back to the hospital, my dad was back asleep. Just as we were planning on leaving, the nurse was able to wake him again. He wasn’t completely coherant, but was happy to have my mom fed him some applesauce. When he fell asleep again, we were able to leave on a positive note.

I Found God today able to leave the hospital somewhat encouraged.