My Vegetable Dad Squeezed my Hand and Looked Me in the Eye

<p>Last week, I read&nbsp;<em>Widowish</em>&nbsp;by&nbsp;<a href="https://medium.com/@melissagould-author" rel="noopener">Melissa Gould</a>&nbsp;who is also a writer here on Medium. I highly recommend her touching, shocking and full-of-love memoir.</p> <p>Through circumstances you&rsquo;ll have to read for yourself, Melissa recounts visiting her young husband in the hospital while he lay in a coma. That&rsquo;s it, that&rsquo;s all you get, go buy a copy of her book ;)</p> <p>While reading about her experience, I was transported right back into a hospital room in Kingston, Ontario where for six weeks we visited with my still, silent dad after his car accident.</p> <p>No one can prepare a fourteen-year-old for visits like those.</p> <p>I had so much hope.</p> <p>After a devastating accident that had already taken the lives of three people, one of them my mother (here&rsquo;s a bit of&nbsp;<a href="https://medium.com/the-memoirist/the-night-my-mom-died-i-laughed-til-it-hurt-902af18a4511" rel="noopener">that story</a>), my father was the only one from the accident who was still alive.</p> <p>Alive technically, but not really living.</p> <p>After our surreal, otherworldly&nbsp;<a href="https://medium.com/the-memoirist/our-car-accident-the-day-after-their-car-accident-dbd2c7614862" rel="noopener">initial visit</a>&nbsp;with him the day after the accident we knew his ICU hospital room would become a familiar place. We just didn&rsquo;t know for how long.</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/the-memoirist/my-vegetable-dad-squeezed-my-hand-and-looked-me-in-the-eye-f01f13bff268">Visit Now</a></p>