I hadn't checked in with my grandmother in two days. When I'd call at night, her line would be busy -- and then, it would be too late to call. I assumed, though, that no news is good news.
Just to be safe, I called her first thing in the morning. Good thing I did, since my grandfather was unresponsive again last night, and had gone back in to the ICU. I worried all day, and even looked at tickets to fly back home over the long weekend.
She called me a little while ago, to say that he was much better again today. He was talking and wanted to get out of the hospital bed.
She was upset about one thing, though: He keeps telling all the nurses that they've been married for 55 years, instead of almost 62.