|Joe with Grandson Calvin in 1996|
It’s Thursday morning, and Joe is still asleep. He seems to sleep a lot these days. I understand this is part of the changes his brain is going through, but I wonder if I should wake him. We don’t have anything scheduled this morning so there isn’t any compelling reason. Besides, he’s had a stressful last few days with the surgery, and all the stitches in his face. I know it isn’t anything to worry about. He’ll recover soon, maybe even without much of a scar. I’m just happy it’s over and the cancer is gone.