The shift from the hospital to home, and the many adjustments can be a strain to the family.
The period of convalescence can also be a prize of wining back the parent from the jaws of death and crisis, ours is so with my papa.
Every day is so different, with the care, that the last morning was a sit out with him, under the shade of the garden trees and singing our lost and long forgotten nursery rhymes, school song and farewell song with the tunes of Auld Lang Syne, the sounds of which he is so familiar with and the tones of my voice.
The sharing of this may seem very odd for some, but for now my world is here at home with my papa, who is slowing getting back to show his gleam and brightness thro' his eyes and a rare smile from his heart.
The play continues with no rules and all love and care.