‘The Music of His Feet’: More Thoughts on Dad

Cats are stealth. They creep around the house without a sound and sneak up on you–without warning. For some reason, our old Siamese cat, “Promise”–whom we buried in Budapest, Hungary, a few years ago–could be heard walking across the kitchen floor, if you had ears to hear it. It was the kind of soft padding…

Update on Dad

Wayne just phoned from the hospital to give the report of the most recent brain scan. It seems that the bleeding in the brain has stopped. One doctor felt that Dad responded this morning slightly when he asked him to put “thumbs up!” Yesterday, he was completely non-responsive–not in a coma–rather a restless, dreamlike state….