Good morning to all,
I'm afraid of today. We will be picking my parents up in a couple of hours and taking my dad for angioplasty. He had open heart surgery two and a half years ago, and seemed to be doing well. Lately he's been afraid and making comments that make me wonder. He tells us to take care of my mother and has been giving little bits of life advice which he usually doesn't do.
My hubby (Larry) and I will be waiting with my mother. This will be a long day for her as well. She is suffering from, shall we say, "memory issues", and will forget where she is or why she is there. This is a day I've been dreading.
I promise you, blog followers that my posts here will not always be full of woe and dread, but today, I ask for your thoughts and if you have a moment, maybe just throw a quick prayer out to the universe for dad.