Can you see the tears? It was a tramautic experience for Andy. I was afraid it would be; the child screams at having his hair combed.
We're back in Pittsburgh, and are staying at the new (old) house in Squirrel Hill. Mike and his family did an amazing job of cleaning the place, so I'm setting aside fears of lead paint dust for the moment.
My Dad has been transferred to the acute rehabilitation facility at Dominican Hospital in Santa Cruz. It's much quieter there, he says, and he has his own room. He has some hard work ahead of him there.
No comments:
Post a Comment