Today was supposed to be spent doing laundry, packing for my trip, cleaning my apartment, and other mundane tasks. But instead, life happened. This afternoon, I found out my Dad was in the hospital, for the second time in two weeks, for complications of pneumonia and pulmonary fibrosis. There are so many open questions at this point, it is impossible to know what the immediate or not-so-immediate future holds. While waiting for word from surgery today, my brother and I spent the afternoon with my Dad, catching up, welcoming a steady stream of visitors, and trying to make him as comfortable as possible for what looks to be a long haul of rest, pain, and frustration. Again, we don't have a concrete idea of what we're facing, yet, but please keep my Dad in your thoughts, prayers, and hearts.
