Tuesday, November 22, 2005

We all came home

Yesterday, the population of the Heart Hospital went down considerably. My father Gene was the only one of us on the charts, but when he checked out, so did all the relatives that had been living in those visitor chairs for the past nine days. Evening at his house was a strange party, with visiting oxygen people, and a new party game of organizing all the new pills and getting rid of the old ones. I spent the night in the den, listening for any problems, ready to spring into action if I were needed.

But by morning light, nothing more dramatic than a couple of drinks of water had happened, and Sissy the dog was curled up in front of the heater, waiting for her people to wake up.

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