Once when my father fell ill my sisters called me and told me to fly home immediately. ( I had lived 2000 miles away for several years.) I took the first flight out and my brothers met me at the airport. We went directly to the hospital.
Taking off my coat and hat, I stepped quietly to his bedside. There were the usual blipping monitors and several tubes in arms and elsewhere. He was not asleep, the nurse said, he was just resting. I touched his arm and said:
"Hey, Pop. How are you?"
Slowly he opened his eyes, it took him awhile to focus. He looked at my face.
"Oh, no!" he said, "I must really be sick if they called
you to come home."
Joe(He got well, but I scared him by showing up.)Nation