My Daddy....

Last night I talked to my dad.

He's currently laying in a hospital bed, by himself, waiting to have open heart surgery tomorrow.  You know that phone call....the one you make before something BIG happens.  Trying not to talk about the "what if's" because you don't want to jinx it.  Sort of, "If I don't talk about it, it can't be real and it won't happen."

Well.  It's very real.

And yes.  I DID offer to fly to Ohio to be with him before and after surgery.  I DID offer to come out after he got home to help take care of him.  I did this SEVERAL times.

But my daddy is stubborn.

He's proud.

He's not one to be fussed over.

And told me to "stay home".

So, I am.

If you're the praying type.....

If you're the "keep you in my thoughts" type....

If you're the "thinking of you" type....

If you're the "sending good ju-ju" type....

Whatever type you are....

Could you be thinking of my daddy today?

Because I really don't want to have to use that Power of Attorney just yet.

I'd prefer to save that for when he's 95 and refuses to move to Minnesota because it's too cold.


**EDITED TO ADD:  All went well!  He's now in recovery, the breathing tube has been removed and he's on some wonderful, super-duty pain meds.  My Aunt Kathy said, "You may want to wait until tomorrow to call....apparently he's not making sense."  ha!