Life has been crazy. Life is always crazy, but on August 19th, everything picked up to warp speed. And it all slowed down at the same time, if that is possible. Dad called the morning of the 19th and he was sick. Like, really sick. I won’t go into details. There is just too much. But he started the day in the ER, was sped to the ICU, and rushed into an emergency surgery at 11pm.
It was scary. Life rattling scary. I almost lost him. But he is stubborn. And strong. A true marine up for the fight of his life. And he made it. There is no measure for my gratitude. After 13 days in the ICU, he was moved to a step-down unit and finally allowed his first sip of water. Each day held a new challenge, and he has been up for them all. I am happy to report that he was moved to a rehabilitation facility yesterday. He has a private room with a view of some beautiful southwestern Ohio trees. I feel like I can breathe again. And maybe even ease my way back into work. I am so ready to get back to the crazy pace of real life.
During these rough three weeks, I have found pleasure in some of the simple things. Like looking up at the sky and pausing to take in some swaying trees. After all, it’s the simple things in life that really matter.
my hero (cheesy but true),
Keith McBride,
the right way.
Above, he’s on his family’s farm in West Virginia.
A young marine.
A grandpa.
I’ve posted this one before, but felt like it was important to include.
I have been so fortunate to have the support of my parents on my journey to publication.
SO glad he’ll be around for the launch of book two!
That I even feel like blogging today marks a huge step in the right direction.
Dad is getting better.
Life can go on.
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