It was a reunion that did not begin all that promisingly. When my 8-year-old nephew Henry walked into room 805 of Seattle Swedish Medical Center late Wednesday afternoon. . . only his second time there to visit his papa-my brother Steve- someone asked him if he knew who I was. Henry looked across the room
I am so glad I took this picture of Steve and Randi, because all I have to do is glance at it and I am transported back to Room 805 of Seattle’s Swedish Medical Center, which has been home to my little brother for way too long. . .(about a week and a half) but
I am back from my trip to Seattle, and once I have developed the photos I took (with a crummy disposable camera, so don’t expect any works of art) I will do some blogging about the trip and my brother Steve’s ordeal. For now, I’m happy to say that Steve has made very significant improvement
