After three days in the hospital, dad has been released to go home. There still is a chance that its not what we are being told it might be. And we are praying to our Lord that its not.
My dad is the greatest man who ever walked this earth (next to my Lord). So kind, so gentle.... I can not remember ever receiving a spanking from him (Maybe that is whats wrong with me, lol). All it took was a look from him to straighten me out quick. Never wanted to upset my daddy.
There is something so wrong about seeing such a strong, brave person succumb to such a terrible disease. The man you thought was indestructible, is now dependant on others for his simplest basic needs. Just doesn't seem fair. But God has a plan. And who am I to question it?
For now I will treasure every second I have with my father, whether he is lucid or not. Whether he remembers where we went on vacation when I was a kid, or if he babbles something incoherently. I'll just smile and hold his hand either way. Cause he is my daddy, and I love him no matter if the lights are on, or if they are dimmed by illness. He's still my superhero....
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