Yesterday my husband and I were headed to a family function in Jersey and were stopping to see my dear brother, Steve, who’s been in a hospital in Philadelphia for well over a week. I found out while I was away on our road trip and wasn’t able to see him until today. Without revealing too much, I will just say that he has a long row to hoe.
Do people still say that?
His doctors believe he will come out of this fine but it’s going to take some time. His spirits are good, as his spirits always were. Even as a baby, he was the most pleasant little person and I, as the eldest, helped my mother care for the little ones as they came (there were six more after me). We have two sets of twins in my family, a fraternal set (my sister Char is one) and an identical set (Steve’s identical twin is his brother Pete).
I love my twin brothers, Pete and Steve.
Steve giggles when something strikes him funny.
Pete is way too cool to giggle. He chuckles instead.
So like I said, yesterday we headed to the hospital. I googled the directions and my husband, frowning, said ok. Apparently, google thought it was the most direct route.
We ended up in a really bad section outside of town and I ended up locking my door, something I rarely ever do.
I can read a map, even though my husband doesn’t agree with that statement, and we did eventually find the hospital. That wasn’t the problem. Unfortunately, and I still can’t believe this, we couldn’t find the parking garage. We drove around several times, completely baffled at the lack of signs for parking and of course, valet isn’t available on weekends.
Rather than let it get any crazier than it already was, after a failed attempt at underground parking in a nearby hospital, we decided to simply come back the next day and headed out of the city for Jersey.
It’s so confusing when you really don’t know where you’re going.
And someone is very unhappy with your navigating skills.
Today, I got up and googled the best route to the hospital, using what I’d found out yesterday and ended up having a flawless journey (sans my husband and George), finding the garage and a way to get to it (it’s on a one-way street) and eventually finding my brother’s room.
I could tell it was his room before I even got to the door. I could hear him giggling.
The photos you see here are some of the spring photos that I’m sending him. You see, he’s missing all the good things about the season and his room is already decorated with cards, photos of his daughter, and some art work that my niece, Emily, provided. And I thought the least I could do was to take him some of my own photos to paste on his wall.
I hope he likes them.
If you’d like to wish him well, you can do so here. I’ll print out your comments and give it to him at my next visit. (Do not feel obliged to do so, k?)
Until tomorrow, my friends . ..
PS ~ I’m still reading your answers to yesterday’s questions. If I haven’t gotten back to you yet, it’s because I’m a little overwhelmed at the response. So thanks to all for playing along. I just love getting to know some of you a little better.