The Fourth

From the ninth floor of the hospital, the view was quite interesting. Gazing below watching the activity became a pastime as the Pres sat sleeping in the recliner near the window. His open heart surgery was Tuesday. Thursday morning before I arrived, the catheter was out and the chest tubes were removed in my presence...both making him much happier. He hated the food. He hated the shower. He was anxious to go home.

 

You can almost see our place from here, I told him. There...where all the trees are, beyond the first ridge. So I told him to focus on the trees and do what you need to do to get out of here.

 

 

 

He did.

He came home today, the Fourth,

Happy Anniversary, Honey!