Who would you like to talk to soon?

I would sit and talk with my father, who lies helplessly on the hospital bed, his limbs gently restrained as he desperately tries to spring up and walk. I had spent three-quarters of the day by his side, keeping him company. As he requested, I played all his favorite songs—from sacred hymns to Top of the World by The Carpenters. He loves listening to ABBA—Dancing Queen, Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!, and One More Chance. Again and again, he tries to leap from the bed, still believing in his heart that he is a young man.
Leave a comment