To all those that have wondered, my Dad is still alive and kicking. Okay, he’s only kicking his bed sheet off, but that’s a start. He’s still in the hospital, but no longer in ICU. He’s still fighting an infection, but he’s talking a bit more. My oldest brother and sister has made trips to see him and have reported some great things.
We are “cautiously optimistic” as my brother puts it. We all know that my Dad has a long way to go and the journey will be long, but we all see improvement. So for now, we will all rejoice in that and leave the rest to the Good Lord. Because honestly, that is all any of us can do.