My Dad

 

I received a call early last thursday morning while I was sitting at my desk going through the usually morning ritual. I looked down at my cell phone, it was my youngest sister. I havent talked to my sister in two years. I knew it couldn't be good news. It wasn't, dad has been send to the hospital, come right away.

I dropped everything, not sure how I got to the hospital, the only thing on my mind was getting to him. I wanted to hug him, I wanted to let him know I was there. I wanted to tell him I love him.

As I approached his room in the ICU I caught my breathe, I didn't expect to see him bald, something that the cancer took from him. I looked around the room to all the people that were my family. They all seem to be strangers, but at that moment it didn't matter. It didn't matter for the next forty-eight hours. As time went on and dad hung on I spend this time really looking at my family.....they are me....they are my people. I am in each one of them. Communication was minimal but that was ok. Most of my time was spend in prayer. Of course it wasn't long until my family arrived for support of me. It felt amazing to have my boys and their families there.

It wasn't until Friday evening before dad came to enough for me to tell him that I love him and that he could tell me through all the tubes down his throat. Now I sit.....in prayer, as I encourage him to fight this.