The very night I returned from Arizona, Paul and I were wakened with a phone call from my mother telling us that Dad had fallen and thought he had broken his arm. He was right . . . the fall broke his left arm and it took an emergency crew to lift him and take him to the hospital. He spent about 5 days in the hospital and then almost 3 weeks in a nursing facility following that. He has not recovered from the trauma to his body since the fall and has increasingly been losing strength. He is now back with Mom at White Rock Court where they moved in March and Hospice is now involved in helping us care for him. He is not improving and seems only to be losing ground. Our goal is to keep him comfortable (and he loves it when Paul brings Duffy for a visit). There are good days and bad days and Mom is doing the best she can and trying not to be discouraged. We are daily looking to the Lord for strength and encouragement. We know that Dad's time is in God's hands . . . we are trusting Him!
