After a week in the hospital and more than a week in a nursing home, my dad went home yesterday—not his eternal home, but the place where he and Hazel freely share their joys and hardships.
Dorothy was right. There’s no place like home.
Dorothy was right. There’s no place like home.
posted by Dan McCracken at 7:34 AM
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I like when one returns home after recovering in the Hospital, especially when one is grown up.
My mother wanted an instant death without botheration of hospitalization. Did she detest hospital or she thought her sons may suffer the botheration... I could never know. She suffered a stroke when she was 92, suffered 8 days of modren hopspital gadgets, doctors did not assure recovery when my brother brought her home and after a few peaceful days she died peacefully with a smile....
It seemed she also felt that there was no place like home----
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