Today is my Dad's 61st birthday. I just had to convince my sister on the phone that a party in a hospital bed just isn't what he wants, or needs. Since she does live a distance, I did tell her to please visit him on this special day. I also explained that we could hang some pictures of some funny things on the wall. We are a family of cat lovers, and always fight to get the best birthday card with a cat on it. I thought that would be the best idea. She doesn't realize that he has been extremely disoriented, and doesn't even realize that we (my mom, and I) are there at times lately. When he does recognize us he starts yelling at my Mom about something or other. Yesterday he thought he was going fishing on his boat, and today he thought he was leaving the hospital when we came in. He wanted the nurse to remove his needles.
I sure hope that everything turns around, but God does have his purpose for making people act the way that they do before he takes them. I sure hope this isn't the case, but unfortunately I have seen it before.
Sorry this has been a downer of a read. I've just been pretty depressed, and I think that it helps to type it out on here sometimes.
Happy Birthday Dad!