What? No Confetti and Fireworks?

Friday, April 19, 3pm

"Hi Father!"  "Hi Father Brennan" "Hello Father!" It was like the Prom King returning to a School Reunion.

Just pulling into the driveway at Nazareth House Bernie's spirit lifted.  The staff embraced him as he returned. He's now in the Nursing Care wing for evaluation (and maybe relocation).  He reached out and shook hands like a politician at election time.

While waiting for the final doctor exam at Smith Ranch, Bernie refused lunch. "It's gruel." I took a peek. It looked pretty good to me: breaded fresh fish, rice, peas and mushrooms. Nevertheless, he pushed it aside and picked at the fresh fruit salad.

On return to Nazareth House I asked if he was hungry.  "Famished."  I passed this along to Alice and she said she'd make sure he got a hearty dinner.