My Dad

Immediately after I pushed 'publish' on Friday, I got four calls from my sister. I was weeping at my desk, throwing myself a pity party. I didn't want to answer so I continuously let all of them go to voicemail. She was so persistent that I finally decided something might be wrong. I picked up the phone...

to learn that my Dad was being taken to an emergency room in College Station. I had no idea he was so sick. He couldn't stand or hold his head because his body was in so much pain. He was running nearly 104 temperature. He was crying. This is a man I've seen cry once in my entire life. My Mom called immediately after and she was crying and panicked.

We had to attend a partnership meting at church on Saturday, so we went back immediately after that was over to see him. Once they got his meds right, it seemed he was doing better. When we visited on Sunday he took a downward spiral and continued to get worse. He has pneumonia, but now his liver enzymes are high and this is not a good sign. He continues to have extremely high fevers they can't break. His foot is in tons of pain, causing him not to be able to walk well.

I am prayerful that my Dad will be healed from all of this. I put my trust in the hands of the doctors whom my Dad is seeing right now. I pray for their knowledge and patience as they figure out how to treat him. I pray for my mom not to have a panic attack or to be upset. I pray he is released from the hospital before Thanksgiving and that he will take this (and his previous trip to the hospital this year for his heart) as a major sign he needs to slow down.

I pray that I learn a lesson from this as well.  It's 11:15 at night and I'm sitting here editing images and working on a (work related) blog post. I never considered myself as much of a workaholic until I was in college. I think my dedication and need to please continued to escalate. It doesn't help that I'm in a situation now where all I want to do is make people extraordinarily happy with their photographs. There's only me. I can only go so quickly.

Moreso, I think I'm a little sad. I have told my girlfriends in bible study that I'm fearful of the sadness that awaits me. I still have all my grandparents (yep, all four). I have both of my parents. D's parents are alive and well, and one set of his grandparents is still alive and well. I cannot help but think about my future children meeting our grandparents and being part of their lives. I am almost brought to tears that something might happen between now and then that would make that impossible. I don't know when we'll have kids. That's a huge question mark and I leave that all in God's hands, but if it's years from now, I'd love for my family to know them.

All of them.

On a happier note, we visited our house today. We're building a house in Pf and it's coming along well. I was so excited to show D's family the house and progress that's been made. They've started the brick and they're going to be working on the sheet rock tomorrow. It seems like it's going by quickly, but every time I have to walk up the darn steps to our apartment or take the dogs down, I groan and pray that things will go faster.

And then I remember I (we) have to move. Pack up all this crap and lug it down three flights of stairs. Oh.Em.Gee. Moving stinks. I cannot wait for us to be in a home where we will stay more than a year or year and a half.  I have lots of things I'd love to buy, but the thought of packing them up sickens me. I think I'll just be patient and wait until we're settled and in the home to purchase things. What's the rush?

I'm not sure whatsoever that my SIL reads this blog anymore because it's been so long ago that I quit writing here, but if so, Happy Birthday, Les! :)