I went to North Carolina to see my dad who is recuperating from his devastating injuries (click here to read if you’re not up to speed). He was having some complications while I was down there, and when we kept asking him how he was doing, he would say repeatedly, “I’d like a Dr. Pepper.”
Today, he passed his swallowing test and had … you guessed it … a Dr. Pepper and ate a meal for the first time since September 18. I talked to him earlier and asked him how he liked his Dr. P, he told me he was “disappointed.” It was too strong! Well, when going from feeding tubes to Dr. Peppers is like going from zero to light speed in a nanosecond. In time, though — in time!
So on the “Dad front,” life is very, very good. More later as events warrant. Thanks for your prayers.
Dad and I at the Newark International Airport in New Jersey on our way to Trinidad & Tobago, February 18, 2005 (Photo courtesy of Paul “Rainman” Rainey)