Dad

My dad fell down the stairs a few days ago and got taken to the Royal Infirmary to get checked out. I got a call from the nursing home yesterday to say that he'd not been himself and wasn't really eating or drinking. When I visited today he had made a bit of progress. He had some apple juice and a couple of the chocolates that I took in for him. We sat and held hands and listened to music. I managed to get a 'yes' and an 'I don't' out of him, so there's still my old dad in that frail body. He's well looked after and that's the best I can hope for. I told him that I love him. He was asleep at the time, and I was just leaving, but it still counts.