back in the hospital again. this time it was my father. a subdural hematoma was found earlier today and he was flown to this elite hospital. my mother drove after, alone, her strength penetrated by fear. my brother and i went up later to be with her. no one should be alone in a waiting room. into the dark hours of the night the three of us waited. and waited. and waited. just for a word. a nudge. something. i couldn’t help but fear something would happen to my dad. daddy. praise god the surgery went well. and we have more time, my dad and me.
day one hundred.fifty.seven