Mr. V's Journey To Recovery

As I wait here to see my dad again at 8:00 pm when visiting hours are open again, we talked to a woman whose grandson is in here too. He has been here as long as my dad. He was shot while walking with his sister from a party and both unfortunately got caught up in crossfire. They were innocent bystanders. His sister was treated and released. He was not. He is in STICU like my dad, he is only 25 years old. I hear this story and it breaks my heart just like when people hear my dad's story it breaks their heart. I pray for his recovery too and all the people who are here. They were just living life when tragedy struck. Just like my dad who just thought he was going to run his errands on Wednesday morning and probably call me for our weekly lunch plans, her grandson was just walking home thinking nothing probably had a good time and then all of a sudden life is no longer the same for him. I feel for this family and we know each other's pain. Little by little the people we love who are hurt get better but sometimes they get worse, but we still pray and hope for recovery in the long run. I hope her grandson gets better just like she hopes my dad gets better. We just talk to each other almost everyday and its good to know there are people who do not give up hope and we won't. My dad and her grandson have overcome a lot so far and now its just a waiting game of when they recover because they will recover. I am very thankful that we have family and friends who love us and so glad to meet these people in the waiting area who have been kind to us. I know this is not a normal post but its just my deep thoughts by Delena Martello. I promise the next post will be about my dad's update but I just thought I would share about what we encounter everyday waiting in the STICU, new stories new people same tragic situations. We only pray and hope for the best because that is all we can do.