My dad is sick. He's got pneumonia, and they're worried about his heart, on top of lots of other health issues including a new hip and a broken femur. He is in the ICU in a hospital in Richmond Hill, just north of Toronto. I hate to think about him lying there with tubes going in and coming out of him. I know he hates it even more. He has always had a hard time sitting still for very long.
I'm not sure what to do at this point. We plan to visit after Christmas, but I wish I could be there for him now. To hold his hand and tell him to keep fighting to get better. He is a fighter. He's scrappy, always has been.
I'm not sure what else to say without sounding trite. I am a daddy's girl. I have always loved him, warts and all. He is a thoughtful, loving, giving father, who has always, always put his family first.
I am praying hard that he'll start climbing out of this downward spiral.