Another major hurdle we are crossing. Dad is starting to be able to communicate more effectively with us. When he is asked questions, Dad is not only squeezing your hand or wiggling his fingers he is starting to become a bit more verbal. Dad was never a man of many words, but now he is uttering sounds, and I am sure words aren’t too far behind. Yeah sure the sounds are filtering through the wired jaw and handlebar mustache (yep, it’s still there, so far no need to shave it), but we are all excited to hear these grumbly and mumbly responses. Currently we are scouring the forgotten languages attempting to devise some more effective way to converse with Dad, but for now, we are going to use the old fashioned system of hand squeezes and grunts.

Also, according to Dad’s care team, his broken leg is healing well without any infections or complications at this point. God is good!

~ With Integrity