So today is a good and sad day. Our friend, Jack and his great family left this morning to head back to Ireland. Jack is doing well and has some rehab ahead of him in Dublin. We like this family a lot and we know many of you have come to like and root for them, so it is bittersweet. I remember the first weekend we were at the Ronald McDonald House (same with them) and I sat down and taught Mick everything about football. And then shortly after that I taught him everything about golf. :-) It's bitter because we have journeyed together through this nightmare. Sweet, because Jack is on the mend.
After saying goodbye to our friends, I met up with 5 buds and we went to the Cleveland Browns game. Apparently someone in the Clinic had Club Seats. They told someone who works on our floor and asked if there were any deserving families of these tickets. (I don't know if they meant deserving of a nice day out or deserving of further suffering.) But the person thought of us (Thanks Andrea!). And so 6 tickets at the 50 yard line in the Club Level...a good game (plus some hilarious peewee action at halftime) and the Browns holding on in a thrilling finish made for a great day.
I came back to the ladies in the hospital and opened up a little gift Jack and his family had given to Chaia.
Chaia is the cutest footballer I've ever seen...But Mick is going to have to educate Chaia on this strange thing called soccer.
Good days are great days these days.
Shaina is better. Grandma Penrod is extubated and already thinking Thanksgiving. Grandma Thompson is still intubated, but responsive. And Jesus is still Lord.