Occupational Therapy at Kindred
I walked into the room and dad was sitting on the edge of his bed with his occupational therapist.
He got excited when he saw me and was so excited that someone other than mom was
witnessing his progress. He said, "Hi Nana, look at me!"
Dad is so cute, since his stroke, he's like a little kid sometimes and has a funnier sense of humor.
Here he is visiting with some good friends from the purgatory.
It's the simple things that we take for granted that I started to realize watching my dad.
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