Well, my weekend of home aloneness came to a screeching halt before it began. I received a call on Thursday evening that my Dad was in the hospital, and my mind frantically began thinking of what could have happened.
It turns out that during a visit for one minor problem, a smart doctor detected a symptom of another extremely serious problem that could have developed into a catastrophic ailment. In order to fix this problem, immediate surgery was required, so I raced out of here…for four hours…down to see my Dad in the hospital as he prepared for his surgery.
After a sometimes-emotional nine hours in the hospital, in which his surgery was delayed almost four hours, the ordeal was finally over. Now the recovery begins.
My Dad is home now and well on his way back to being 100%. Dad, I know the grass not being cut is really bugging you, but let it be, take it easy, and get well soon.
It’s times such as these that you really appreciate your loved ones.