That kind of news just sort of numbs you and you wander around in a fog. My sweet husband prayed with me and worried with me a little. Knowing my Dad was in pain at that very moment broke my heart.
We went through Thanksgiving prep and Thanksgiving Day with my phone by my side or in my hand at all times. I wanted to hear any news about my Dad. He ended up breaking his hip and on Thanksgiving Day they did surgery. After being in the hospital, they sent him to rehab. I'm so thankful that the hospital let my Mom come in and stay with my Dad as much as possible! But, at the rehab they gave her 30 minutes a day. And they would tell her when she could come. This broke my Dad and my Mom's heart. It was hard for me being so far away. I told Patrick that even though I wouldn't even be able to see my Dad, I wanted to be near him. And I needed to see my Mom. He agreed, and we made plans for me to drive down south with Brenna for a couple of days.
So glad I could see some of my sisters and their family too. I think Brenna is now the short cousin!