I'm actually only 3 hours from home but today, it feels like I'm on an entirely different planet.
Just before I took this picture, I received a text from my brother that my Dad was back in the hospital. He was taken by ambulance last night at 1:00 a.m. Even though my heart and prayers have been with Dad and my family all day, selfishly, I'm glad I wasn't there. My heart is weary from all of the emergency trips and hospital stays that my Dad has endured since June. I'm tired of watching my dad suffer and my mom worry. I'm tired of all of the "what-ifs" and "if only's". I'm tired of the tears (I cry easily). I'm tired of being a grown up. I'm glad we will be headed home tomorrow so that I can hug my dad and support my mom.
If you look close enough, you can see Scott sitting on the beach. And...if you listen close enough, you might be able to hear the waves.
While I will miss the salt air and the ocean waves....I can't wait to get home and see these two furry faces.
Time for some chocolate milk.
Sorry to hear about your Dad's relapse. Don't feel guilty about being glad to be away. There's a lot of intense feeling when a loved one is ill--you need and deserve a break. Chin up! And yes, chocolate milk does help.
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