In Time

They say no news is good news. I recently had someone tell me that they had been checking my blog for updates on Dad. I will admit, I get behind.

My Dad is better. He gets tired easily, but he's better. He's bored, but he's better. My Dad is still with us and I think God every day for that miracle. I know that "Thank You" doesn't seem like it's enough, but it's all I have. I pray each and every day that he continues to regain strength and stamina, and he will in time, slowly.

I call him everyday... I know he sees the number and must think, "she's calling again." Oh well, I will call every single day until I am over this. I told him that the calls will stop, but today isn't the day. I had a friend who went through this with her husband. She says it gets easier to let them wander alone, but it takes time and only I know when the time is right to loosen up a little. Some day Daddy, just not today.

Over the course of the last 2 1/2 weeks, my dear friend (and cousin down the line) Becky, has had her hands full. Her dear Grandma (MawMaw as we all called her) had a stoke the Wednesday before Dad's incident and she passed away on September 29. Dave and I loved MawMaw as our own. At the rosary, Dave looked at me with very sad eyes and said "Tonight I didn't get my kiss on the cheek." Yeah, I missed that too.

As if that wasn't enough for her to bear - the day after her Grandmother's stroke, her father-in-law had a heart attack. He however isn't as luck as Dad. He has had complications and it's not looking all that good right now. We just keep praying for the family and hope for a good outcome.

So, that could be why I haven't really updated much in the last week. Did I mention how lucky we are? As we hear bad news on Jason's Dad, I can't help but think about how lucky we are. When they got bad news, just minutes before MawMaw's rosary, I just kept thinking about how lucky I was - how my Dad was about to walk through the door to be there with me.

I told you last week - God has a plan. He must have a big one for Dad. Part of me feels that I should feel guilty - My Dad is up and traveling and Jason's Dad, who had a heart attack too, still hasn't regained consciousness from his open heart surgery. Now, Dad didn't have to have open heart surgery, but it's all the same scary in my world. I don't feel guilty, and I for that, I sometimes feel selfish. But I love them and they know that. I am not guilty or selfish, I am just very lucky and blessed.

So, this isn't really an uplifting post, but now you can see why I've been out of sorts and out of touch.

Life is so unpredictable. One day, I'll have a powerful uplifting post, but today isn't the day.

Please continue to pray for the Carranza, Bolch and Ruffino familys, and you can also toss up one for Dad!

Love you all,
shelly