“Ch-Ch-Ch Changes….”
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“Ch-Ch-Ch Changes….”
Howdy Gang! First, I’ve missed y’all, bunches, and really am in your debt for all the prayers and kind words of support! It’s been another crazy series of weeks, culminating yesterday with Trish being transferred to what’s called a Critical Illness Hospital in another town. This place, while a fully functional hospital, doesn’t deliver babies or remove tonsils, but specializes in aggressive recovery therapies, like for traumatic brain injuries, etc. As it was explained to me, Trish’s best chance for any semblance of a normal life going forward, will be at this hospital. It’s farther away, but I’m now convinced it is the best thing for her medically. All that said, prayers for my old 2007 car holding up over the miles, would be greatly appreciated. As we’ve discussed here, I’ve spent weeks sitting by Trish’s bedside continually playing music for her. As December rolled around, I switched to Christmas music, as over Christmas, Trish and I generally spend our evenings in our dark living room, with only the blinking colored lights on the Christmas tree illuminating the room, and listening to Christmas music. I have extensive playlists covering every genre, nationality, and era of Christmas music ever recorded. Of course the DNA memory tends to dictate, and so a lot of what we listen to comes from olden times in the old country; lots of traditional European Yuletide choruses, Celtic to Classical, Olde English to Medieval, but also with some old standards sprinkled about. I mean…Nat King Cole’s “The Christmas Song.” Yesterday Trish sang along, mouthing the words (correctly too), as her trach prevents her from actually vocalizing, and kept the beat, tapping it out while holding my hand (old folks’ dancing)😉. As I may not be able to travel every day both because of Trish’s therapy schedule and travel distances, I hope to catch up here. Again, I’ve missed y’all; stay warm until next time. “Tidings of comfort and joy….”
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