I was wrong.

Went to the hospital with The Curmudgeon’s oldest and dearest friend Rick today. I felt that Gina needed a break.

The Curmudgeon’s brain seems fried and beyond reach. Yeah, he didn’t know me.

The doctors don’t know what’s wrong. They’ve put him back on EEG telemetry.

I know I should be there with him each day, but it’s hard to go and see him like this. He’s not there. That’s some stranger in that bed. I don’t think he’s coming home.