I’m still not sharing any details, but my father is moving from the hospital to a hospice tonight and it’s awful and heartbreaking.
I’m so sad but I’m trying to put on a brave face for everyone else. As things progress I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep up the facade, as it were.
Visiting Dad again.
Things are starting to get really bad around here. I don’t think my Irish American stereotype heart is going to be able to bottle all this up for much longer.
Just watching the Little League World Series with my dad. He’s really tired but doesn’t seem to want to sleep.
Back with my father again.
At the hospital to pay dad a quick visit.
I fear bad news today and I am stressing out like crazy. Calm down. Focus. It’s going to be okay.
I played a little guitar this morning. It helped a little. I lost track of time though and had to rush to get myself ready for work. Oops.
I have a ton of stuff to get done today at work. I can do it. I can focus. I can handle this stuff.
And right on queue I get pulled into a potentially major issue. Oh good.
Don’t you hate it when you read someone’s blog (or any social media) post where they talk cryptically about something but don’t give any specifics on what they are talking about and go out of their way to not share any details at all?
It was a long day. I left the house at a little past 11:00am and went to the hospital to stay with my father. I left at 7:00pm. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring. There may be a family discussion tomorrow and if there is it may be rough. That’s all the detail you’re getting.
I am home with the love of my life now. My bride and our two psychotic cats. I am where I belong, even if I feel the need to spend time just sitting with my father during his time of trouble.
To quote the band Traffic from a song from their brilliant self titled second album, “who knows what tomorrow may bring?”
The Red Sox and the Astros are playing a day game today. The Sox are up 3-1 in the eighth inning. I’m just watching the game with my dad.
It would be better if we weren’t in a hospital room, but I’ll take what I can get.
I just learned how to call in a lunch order from my dad’s hospital room. I feel like a big boy now.
Inside the Red Head's Head 