My father recently had a short stay in rehab (aka nursing home). The day before I brought him home this happened:
When I brought my father the newspaper, he was eating lunch at the table of elderly men.
“I can’t stay,” I told him because I had a million errands to run, “but I’ll be back tomorrow to take you home.”
The news fell on more ears than his.
He grabbed my arm and said, “That’s wonderful!”
Multiple voices around the table repeated the sentiment in their own words —
“Doc! You’re going home!”
“That’s great news!”
“You are so lucky!”
“Did you hear that? Doc is going home!”
Then one man started to clap and the rest followed suit.
No standing O — but a wheelchair ovation — which seemed even sweeter.