Showing posts from June 9, 2011

Meet Our Friend Lester

In the days immediately following the tornado, the director of the ICU and the Director of Patient Care at Bay      Park Community Hospital allowed Amy and I to stay on site. They had a maternity ward they were not using, and they gave us one of those rooms. They said it was to keep us closer to Dad, but I think some of it was so that they could keep an eye on us. While we were there, were became friends with several of the staff.  
On afternoon we returned and found several things that had been left for us. One of these things was a stuffed bear, with a card from one of the employees. It was a very sweet gesture and we are very grateful for the gift. 
However, I am not sure the employee actually listened to what the bear said. 
Yes it is one of those talking bears. 
First, what is quite possibly the most depressing music ever played comes on. Then out comes this voice of a creepy, haggard, (possibly drunk) three pack a day smoker with this monologue about prayer.  Initially, Amy and I jus…