My father had a stroke 1 month ago today. Seeing him in hospital that morning was the most scariest moment of my life. Hooked up to machines, unable to move and looking at us with eyes like the little boy he once was broke my heart. He was scared, we were scared, was this it?
One month on and I've moved back to be with my Dad as he works hard to recover. We went for a walk on the cliff tops overlooking the sea this morning. He walked further than usual and was smiling all the way. That to be was happiness right there. Juxtaposed against the fear and dread of only one month ago he's already come a heck of a way.