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It is with sadness that I look upon the beauty outside my window. Beautiful balloons float by in a clear brisk morning, sky bright blue and the full moon shines in the distant sky. The nest of crows watch the spectical from atop the tall green tree. The wind is blowing fast pulling bright colors and comical shapes quickly by....the meaning of it all?...
My co-worker and dear friends father passed Saturday evening at the same moment that my father went back into the hospital. Our fathers were struck ill at the same time and each time one worsened the other did as well. Both she and I have been in the hospital with high blood pressure since then, and are now on medication. Being a profound individual she believes that we are suffering from broken hearts over the sickness of our fathers, I am somewhat inclined to agree. Her father was 18 years mines senior and was terminal, I have extreme hope that this is Not the case with my own, however after a valve replacement and then the rippiing of the stints while coughing and now the complete disinegration of his sterum and an infection, we are concerned. The surgery on my father went well yesterday, and they caught the infection early but, because of the total lack of sternum he is in a medical induced coma to reduce movement and stress on his body. If all goes well a plastic surgeon will operate on Tuesday afternoon essentially fillet his abdominal muscle and use that to cover the chest wall...
In the time it has taken me to write this the increasing wind has pulled the balloons from my site. May they all land safely and thank you for the beauty that began This day.
My co-worker and dear friends father passed Saturday evening at the same moment that my father went back into the hospital. Our fathers were struck ill at the same time and each time one worsened the other did as well. Both she and I have been in the hospital with high blood pressure since then, and are now on medication. Being a profound individual she believes that we are suffering from broken hearts over the sickness of our fathers, I am somewhat inclined to agree. Her father was 18 years mines senior and was terminal, I have extreme hope that this is Not the case with my own, however after a valve replacement and then the rippiing of the stints while coughing and now the complete disinegration of his sterum and an infection, we are concerned. The surgery on my father went well yesterday, and they caught the infection early but, because of the total lack of sternum he is in a medical induced coma to reduce movement and stress on his body. If all goes well a plastic surgeon will operate on Tuesday afternoon essentially fillet his abdominal muscle and use that to cover the chest wall...
In the time it has taken me to write this the increasing wind has pulled the balloons from my site. May they all land safely and thank you for the beauty that began This day.