So when my mom got to the hospital this morning, my pop was sitting up in bed and talking to the speech therapist.
Good news. Gooooooooooood news.
He’s not all back, but enough that he’ll be going home Tuesday.
I spoke to him a few hours ago. It was good to hear his voice. He asked me how I was, and I told him how I get into Manhattan early on Mondays, and like to take pictures. Well, he said, New York seems to suit you.
So even though he doesn’t know I blog, and even though he doesn’t particularly like New York, these pics are for you, pop.
I do like those tall buildings, I said.
And this one is for a site he did appreciate on his last (and, he told me, it would be his last) visit to NYC:
Be well, pop.
AbsurdBeats 
I was going to leave you a message earlier but was distracted. But best wishes from the other side of the world for your Dad’s recovery.
What distracted me was nearly a foot of rain overnight. I have never seen such rain here. The kids have the day off school as the school was cut off this morning. They are happy. I am happy that we didn’t wash away.
I’m also happy that your Dad is sitting up and talking. It’s almost unimaginable when things happen to your parents even if you aren’t close on a daily basis.