Our beloved Pop is back in the hospital. That's my sister, the saint, Joyce in the photo with him. Joyce is Pop's primary caregiver and she is my hero for what she does for our Pop.
As you can see, Pop has quite a shiner developing from his great escape the other night.
We are getting ready to go back to the hospital this morning. We don't really know what caused him to become so disoriented and combative yesterday. There is talk of it being another stroke. There is also talk of it being an adverse reaction to the antipsychotic medications that are supposed to help when he begins to halucinate but that seem to only make things worse.
This is my prayer for my Pop
I know that you love my Pop infinitely more than I ever could and that your timing is always perfect. But Lord, if it's in your will to do so, would you please take my Pop home to live with you in Heaven. He's tired, he's ran his race, he's fought his battles, and he's ready to come and be with you in eternity. So Lord, if it's in your will, would you, by your mercy and grace, call our Pop home to you? This I pray in your name, the name above every name.