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Drove into detroit, again yesterday, to see my father before his surgery. His surgery date was pushed forward because of his failing heart. The way that I received the message had mystical implications for me....so has the last three days.
He's been in his four hour surgery for nearly two hours now. But I did manage to spend three hours with him last night. He was obviously nervous, so the jokes were plentiful; he mentioned that he felt like an inmate on death row. He had a few visitors and a couple of phone calls from our family which cheered him up. Two different ministers came in....and I think he recieved the sacrament of..."Last Rights" as a precaution. At times I had to hide my tears and when it was time to leave I did it quickly. I hugged him, gave him a kiss and told him I loved him. I turned to walked out and didn't look back. I exited the hospital on the far east end and had a well needed, long walk back to my truck... where Shayla patiently waited for me.
He's been in his four hour surgery for nearly two hours now. But I did manage to spend three hours with him last night. He was obviously nervous, so the jokes were plentiful; he mentioned that he felt like an inmate on death row. He had a few visitors and a couple of phone calls from our family which cheered him up. Two different ministers came in....and I think he recieved the sacrament of..."Last Rights" as a precaution. At times I had to hide my tears and when it was time to leave I did it quickly. I hugged him, gave him a kiss and told him I loved him. I turned to walked out and didn't look back. I exited the hospital on the far east end and had a well needed, long walk back to my truck... where Shayla patiently waited for me.