Fathers day.
The hospital.
Joy. In small, small steps, he is improving.
He got his swallowingfunction back and can now eat.
So happy I had to bake him muffins.
He is the only one in the hospital who cherish the food.
Could be he hasn´t eaten for 4 weeks. 12 kilos less of him.
But his ability to show feelings and his great sense of humor
takes him far.
Lovely, lovely little dad. How proud I am of you.
And I have realized what an amazing person you are.
5 comments:
A very moving post, my heart goes out to you.
Especially the 'little dad' - at these times the frailty of us all hits you - and having a small child makes it seem all the more poignant; you realise as a parent how once they cared for you, now you are there to see them through.
That is so beautiful. I love how the light shines over him, and the symbolism with the saegull. I send you all the best! // beth
Oh, I feel for you and your dad and wish him a strong recovery. My father was hospitalized two years ago after a horrible accident and being with him in the hospital changed the way that I looked at him, in a good way. Best wishes for a health and happiness.
underbara bilder :)
Åh, hoppas han blir kry och stark snart. E.
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