“Would you call Dr. Kevorkian for me,” said Dad. He couldn't take assisted living anymore and he was only two weeks in residence. His biggest problem was lack of sleep and the fatigue and confusion that comes with the condition. It was 7:30 in the morning and I had bicycled over to the facility to have breakfast with Dad and try and raise his spirits. Six hours earlier, an attendant had called to say Dad had fallen. He was okay but shaken. I rushed over and stayed with him until 2:30 and then drove home in a daze.
Sean is correct, Matt. Your readers all know your heart is golden.