mortality is a rough road
*hands over ears, chanting LALALALALALALALALALALALALA*
So...Dad's back in the hospital. Blood clot in his lung. Prayers, healing thoughts, and whatever else you have up your sleeves readily accepted with gratitude.
I'll be talking to him later today. The plan is still to go out there on the 31st. He's planning a party so that all of his friends out there can meet us. Mom said he broke down because he didn't get the last special frame for her big print done for her first gallery show which starts this Sunday. She did a heroic job of telling me all this through her tears. Hearing fear in your parent's voice sucks.
I really don't want this to turn out to be too little, too late, y'know?
So...Dad's back in the hospital. Blood clot in his lung. Prayers, healing thoughts, and whatever else you have up your sleeves readily accepted with gratitude.
I'll be talking to him later today. The plan is still to go out there on the 31st. He's planning a party so that all of his friends out there can meet us. Mom said he broke down because he didn't get the last special frame for her big print done for her first gallery show which starts this Sunday. She did a heroic job of telling me all this through her tears. Hearing fear in your parent's voice sucks.
I really don't want this to turn out to be too little, too late, y'know?