We're rounding the bend and on the home stretch of one year. One year ago, my father was in the ICU on the 4th or 5th floor. This is the second visit to ICU. About this time, he was getting dialysis in his room. A very nice nurse was with us the first time. I distinctly remember that dad was getting cold - that happens when they cannot keep your blood at 98 degrees. The nurse told me to get a warm blanket and put it on his head like you would a scarf. The first time I did that for him, there was such a joy in his eyes, like a little kid who just received the wish he had always wanted.
This was his new favorite, a warm blanket around his head.
