Saturday, March 7, 2009
Tomorrow I'm going to see my parents...for the first time in almost exactly two years. That needs a prayer in itself, but the actual request is for my daddy. Hubby took the lovely ladies to visit with my parents today as he will do occasionally since I still want them to have a relationship. I never want my girls to be angry at me one day for feeling like I kept them from their grandparents. Anyway, during this visit (which is the first since Christmas) Hubby found out my daddy is having heart surgery this week. This is truly my biggest fear regarding this situation coming to life. I'm beyond words. He needs a stint to be put in as he has two blockages. My father is only 54. I thought these things happened later than this. The good news is, A. it's forcing me to come to terms with the things regarding my parents that I can and cannot control and B. that they are able to go in through his leg, so it should be pretty non-invasive. Lovebug and myself are scheduled to fly out to see the Little Sister on Wednesday and I have to go and see my daddy before then. I'm going to lose it.