Too Blessed to be stressed...

I talked with Dad today.  It was so good to hear his voice warm up when he heard mine.  Having him tell me it was so good to hear my voice, just filled me up with joy in an instant!  All the depression I had the past few days, dissolved in an instant.

He had just finished his Rehab but was concerned that he could not manipulate his wheelchair around the other side of his bed so he could read his Bible.  I talked with his nurse and had them widen the area, and move his bed, so he had room to wheel in to his bed stand.

I could tell by his voice that he was tired, but was happy to just listen to the sound of his voice...never mind the fact nothing he said made sense, it was just good to be with him in that moment.  He changed the topic of conversation like a bunch of children on a playground, scattering in so many directions...

He was telling me how well he was cared for and how grateful he was that Mom was OK financially.  I told him he was too Blessed to be stressed, and he REALLY liked that, repeating it several times.

I asked if he would like me to make a copy of the painting he likes, Winter Walk, with the little boy wearing the red jacket walking his dog.  He told me he would really love that and again, told me how much he loved that painting. I told him I would bring it to him the next time I saw him.

I want to get him to sing Bye Bye Blackbird with me the next time I call.  It would be special for both of us.
He kept saying, it was time to go under the overpass, and he meant, he was tired and it was time to take a nap.  I asked if he was tired, and he said he was, and would I mind if he laid down for awhile.  I told him sweet dreams and he told me the same...

Sweet Dreams Dad, until we talk again....