Not his best picture.
I asked my mom if it was ok to take the kids up? She used to be a nurse for years. She said, "Sure it's a private room, and they are not sick."
The boys were so excited. It was like going on a field trip to them. They couldn't wait to see Grandpa. When we walked in the door they loved it because Grandpa was channel surfing, and happened to be on Cartoon Network.
They loved it even more when we filled up the chairs, and they had to share. At home this would cause a fight, but at the hospital it was a brother bonding time.
They loved it even more when the nurse saw them and brought them bomb pops.
We teased my Dad. We had full blown conversations about work, the nurses, and the kids. The next day he didn't remember a thing. He only knew we came because he saw the card sitting there.
The oddest thing was when he was looking for a knife (he swore he packed) to cut the peeling off his apple. I looked, but couldn't find a knife. I finally said, "Dad just eat it. If you're worried about pesticides they soak through the skin of the apple anyhow."
I had no idea he was that out of it.
He's home now - taking it easy.