My dad is in San Antonio. He was packing the last of our stuff with the hopes of moving up here this Tuesday. Our first Christmas in our own house. Very exciting.
We got a call last night. My dad was shopping and collapsed in the store. EMS came and took him to the hospital. Turns out he had a stroke. Early this morning they did surgery and removed a clot from his brain...only to discover that he has another in his throat. They won't be able to remove the second until he recovers from the first surgery. In the meantime my dad is completely blind, unable to speak, and paralyzed on his right side. Fortunately my brother lives there and is able to be with him.
I'm not going ask, "Why did this have to happen now?" Things like this happen. There's no set schedule.
I'm not going to ask, "What do I do?" I already know that presently I can do nothing but pray and hope for the best. I certainly wish to go see him.
I do believe he'll be okay, even if he can never get back to 100%. As long as he lives, that's what matters the most to me.
Not sure why I'm even posting this. I suppose it's because it is on my mind. I've tried watching movies to distract me, but I'm still worried. I think I'm gonna try drawing. That at least is a way to express myself.