Evergreen

So, my father was in the hospital for 10–10 days in September with a week between at home. The second time he was admitted was because he seems to be blabbering and we suspected if it was stroke relapse, thankfully it was not!

One week almost since he is back home, and he is still not able to recollect everything though he recognises all of us.

Last week, when he was in the hospital, he badly wanted to shave. So on a Sunday he did. He did not have the shaving cream but he managed with the hand washing soap. He uses Vaseline, which he did not have in the hospital but managed with the cream that was part of the kit. Anyways, he felt good after that.

The next day, when I went to visit, I clicked a picture of his. At the same time, I had started consulting a homeopath too and we spoke at length about his health condition and temperament in general as this is an integral part of homeopathy. After we spoke, I sent him my father’s pic which I had clicked in the hospital telling him that it might help him in understanding the temperament.

The doctor called me back immediately to tell me that it does not look like your father has been in the hospital for more than a week. Does he like to keep prim and proper all the time he asked, and I replied in the affirmative. This made me tell the doctor another story from the past.

Many years back, I think it was in 1999, my father had met with an accident and his right leg was completely crushed. I was out of town studying and that my family didn’t tell me is another story. However in the hospital where he was admitted, he would wake up on time, brush and comb even before the breakfast was served. The nurses were surprised and pleased too and they put a sticker outside his door which read “Evergreen”.

To see my evergreen father not in the best of his self, physically and mentally, is something very difficult for me at this point of time. I hope he recovers and I will trust the process and the time, but the hard fact of life is that nothing stays the same forever.

As I write, I hope he’s back to his normal self, and if you are one who is reading this, I request you to send a prayer my way…

I speak to friends, and write to express only some of the emotions running inside me now, many more are bottled inside and not sure if they will ever find an outlet…