Last night we brought him home from the hospital. He was so agitated from the ambulance ride when he arrived home, anxiously trying to remove the seat belts that strapped him to the gurney they brought him in on.
We got him settled in his room and in his bed and I had to send the many friends gathered at the house out to get him relaxed. But although he cannot communicate, it is obvious he was glad to be home. I left a dear friend in the room with him and went to where all of our friends were to tell them what was going on. When I returned our friend had been singing to him and I could see a peace on his face. My family and I returned to the room with a couple of other close friends and my dad, who hasn't spoken since Tuesday night, began to try and "talk" to me. We soon figured out he wanted us to sing...we began to sing the old hymns and he sang with us. When we finished one, he immediately wanted another...then another...then another. The look on his face, as he saw something we didn't, gave me a peace that I have not had since we went to the hospital. It was an amazing experience that I would not take for anything. My kids have witnessed something that many people never will.