Last day at EIRMC
The drive from Idaho Falls to Utah went smooth and easy. Dad napped most of the way, waking up a time or two to sing along to his music. He did great and we were grateful for the decision to drive down ourselves rather than the non-emergent ambulance route. As we were nearing Salt Lake, we asked Dad if he was hungry and he kept replying, "No." We made the executive decision to go ahead and grab him lunch before we got to the rehab, and as I pulled into the lot of In n' Out, Dad's face lit up, enthusiastically exclaiming, "Mmm, yeah, yes!" He devoured his animal style cheeseburger, fries, and chocolate shake. Shortly after lunch we arrived at the IMC in Murray. The rehab is beautiful, and as we entered his rehab floor there was a sign stating, "Quiet please, this is a healing area." We were grateful for the knowledgeable and kind staff that welcomed us and helped Dad get settled.
Rewinding back a bit to when we first got into the car in Idaho, I asked, "Dad, are you ready to go to Utah?" He answered somberly, "No. Sugar City." The look on his face made my heart sink; Dad is homesick. He has been through more than any of us can imagine, and even though he misses the comfort and peace of his home, he shows such determination throughout all of his therapies. Onward to rehab, one step closer to going home, Dad. You've got this.
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