The Final Homecoming

             June was unaccountably hot if I recall.  But I must admit my recollections of the last year are extremely suspect.  That aside I remember this day.

     A joyous day.  My sister was to come home.  New and improved.  New attitude.

     I'd never actually been to this place in the daytime before.  The parking is completely full.  What with staff, day patients and the ilk.  I had to park way in the back on some grassy lot.  As asked I'd picked up some cookies for the staff and a gift or 2.

     I arrived at her room.  She wasn't there.  This room looked out onto a courtyard.  She had wheeled herself, a very good thing, outside.  She was just passing the window and I was glad.  I really thought this was the time she'd come through.  

     I'll spare the little details of the goodbyes.  The arduous task of lugging stuff from the room to the car.  

     Not sure I'd mentioned it.  I'd made her a poster, I ran a print shop.  It was of the B.I.L. and the dog.  Something to cheer the room up.  She loved it.  Still have that too.

     Got her home and situated, keeping the positive talk up.  She was going to be on the ball.  Just give her 2 days to adjust, get some quality sleep.  It sounded so good.