Drugs and hugs

It was good to see Dad in his own bed finally! He was pretty out of it yesterday afternoon and evening. He was still able to communicate but kept his eyes closed. We gave him lots of hugs and any time he would start to really complain, mom would give him the morphine. At one point when he was really doped up he said "Do you know what the one fault of this family is? We can't get anywhere on time!" I laughed because that truly is the fault of our family. He kept crying out "Let's go! We gotta go!" I love Dad so much and am glad he can still have a sense of humor to make things not so gloomy.