The Writer's Right

Just some idle babbling…

Will someone please pinch me so I can wake up from this nightmare?

It’s just frustrating because it’s taking forever to get him back. But I know it won’t be like on t.v. we’re he’ll open his eyes and be back to normal. (I can’t ever watch a soap opera again. It’s such a joke!) I keep expecting to walk into his room and see him sitting up, remote in hand eating a sandwich smiling at us, “Hi girls!“

I try and bribe him with a “hey dad, when you wake up and can eat, you can have a hot dog!?“ But the brain doesn’t take bribes. Ah well.

Nothing much else is going on. I went to church this morning to pray for him. I asked the priest on the way out to spare a paryer and then lost it while getting the few words out. Classic. But I can’t help that my emotions are right on the edge. We all have our moments. And I guess we’ll continue to.

Last night Mich and I watched an old home movie from 1989. Some family that have left us were in it: my Grandma in Canada, my dog Kinger ,and my uncle Henry. My Papa was his young self. It wasn’t sad. It was fun. My mom was only 37 in it. And my cousin Amanda was just a baby. It was neat to see us all young again. My dad’s always been a ham. It made us laugh so hard. And Mich and I agreed we were complete dorks. There’s got to be a way to get this on DVD.

1. I’ve been thinking about you and praying for you all weekend, but haven’t had a chance to call. Just know I’m thinking about you and I’ll call you tomorrow. Let me know if I can do anything at all, even just lend an ear.

   Posted by  on  06/25  at  09:45 PM
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