In this room, I sat on my father’s lap as he watched the Friday Night Fights. In this room, I learned how to whistle. In this room, I listened to the Beach Boys singing “In My Room,” when this room was my brother’s bedroom. In this room I went through a few months of twenty-year-old angst, when it was my bedroom.
From this room, I bolted from my slumber this morning as my mother yelled for help as Dad slipped towards the floor as he tried to transition from his bed to his scooter. Between Mom’s and my efforts, Dad didn’t fall. But I worry. I’ll be out of here tomorrow and the home health aide isn’t back until Thursday.
But . . . still . . . this is a peaceful room. And it will always be “The Den.”
Well, I did it.
366 days. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving, but this blog will take a different turn.
Happy New Year, everyone!