Dad is Home

Nine months and five days later, Dad is home.  There were many times that I didn't think that this would happen.  It still doesn't feel real.  We're going to see Dad tomorrow.  I told Kate that we're going to see Grandpa and she said "at the hospital".  I was happy to correct her.  He isn't the same man he was, and Mom isn't the same woman she was.  They are both stronger people who have coped with more than they thought they could.  There are so many awful things that I don't want to remember, the ICU was the worst, just the worst.  But I was so proud of my Mom and Dad so many times for what they endured and so often endured well.  Welcome home Dad!