On Good Friday, my dad was admitted to the hospital for mild stroke. His left side become weak and after much hoaxing, he went to see the doctor.
Tragedy has always been a great trigger for deeper reflection. It has power to either glue the family together or break the family up. The difference lies in the fingers. Finger-pointing.
Sitting at the A&E and absorbing the atmosphere, some families start to argue and finger point. “How did that happen?” “Why didn’t you prevent it”
Others are more forward looking. “From now, let’s do that …”
Some others are more introspective. “I knew that will happen. I could have …” “Yesterday, she was acting weird, I should have …”
Every family brings a little of their family culture into the hospital as we do the same thing – WAIT