For the last 6 weeks I have watched my dad's condition slowly improve. He can now walk, talk, eat, etc. all on his own. He's definitely not the same father I'm used to being around... the last two strokes caused a lot of permanent damage... but he's still my daddio.
Watching his improvements have been bittersweet. It's been nice these last couple of weeks being able to talk with him, have picnics with him, have dinner with him, etc. but we're not sure if he'll be like this after the surgeries. Doctors have prepared us for the worst, but we're hoping for the best.
I miss my father more than I ever knew I could. I long for another one of his long stories or history lessons or advice on my relationship with Tim. I long for another one of our chats as he drives the 90 minutes home from work. I wish I could have so much of him back, but now I just wish the surgeries don't take away what he has gained these last few weeks. I pray that our tomorrow is one filled with many more memories and good times with my daddio-joe <3
