Woohooo! A whoop ‘n’ a holler when I arrived back in our room after my breakfast post about our upcoming migration. . At first glance, the bed empty, my heart skipped a beat. Then I saw Scott reclining Cleopatra-style on a chaise outside on our deck for the very first time dressed in a favorite green kurta, taking in the fresh air.
Scott’s faithful & daily attendant Afsal was grinning ear to ear, sitting in the wheelchair while his so-called uncle gazed out at the ocean, listening to the crashing waves just beyond the breakwall.
He has fallen asleep out there now after a few bites of omelette and a sip of Jewish penicillin. But not before we snapped some proof of this epic event for y’all to see. Every Day Is A Good Day. EVERY day.
PS: After Scott walked back to bed aided by his nurse and his bear cane. I hugged Afsal goodbye as he said to me Have a nice day, Aunty. A *very*nice day!, the grin still firmly placed between his ears.