As you might have noticed, I have not been paying much attention to this blog at all. I do have an excuse. My Father is not doing too well, he has complained about pain in his legs, especially one of them particular. Because of this, this Friday at 2:00P.M., My Father will be going for what is being called a routine procedure to find out what is causing the lack of blood flow to his one leg and correct the problem.
Normally, this would not be a problem; but the word “Blood clot” was mentioned. Well, to use a trucker slang of sorts; that is when I stood on the air brakes and stopped the World from turning — Well, my world at least. You see, I lost a very close and friend of mine at the age of 43, due to a blood clot that traveled to his heart from his arm and caused a massive heart attack. That friend’s heart did have some massive blockage already that caused the heart attack, but just same the same; block clots and heart attacks are not what I consider a good time, if you know what I mean. I guess what I am saying here, is that the entire darned thing is freaking me out a bit. Especially seeing that I have to go and sit down there and wonder if this doctor is going to kill my dad or not. The whole idea that they refer to administering medical aid to people as “Practice” sends a shiver down my spine. You ask, “What about your Mother?” She cannot leave my Aunt, who is mentally challenged, alone — as she needs constant care. Therefore, the duty of official family going with my Dad falls on yours truly. My Mom does have a sister, but I will not go into all of that; let’s just say she could give Charlie Sheen a run for his money, in terms of being a blithering idiot.
My Father is my friend, which is a vast improvement over my teenage years, when we could hardly stand being around one another. I have gotten older and so has he; we have both mellowed out. However, there are still times, when he drives me up a forty-foot steel wall, of which I most generously admit to reciprocating. Having said that, he is still my Father and I do love the man beyond words; although, I will admit, we both have a funny way of showing it. Although I will tell you this, and if I did not mention this, my mother would most likely beat me senseless, or at least think about it. Remember my aunt that I mentioned —- My Father has been an Angel to her. By going out of his way, to make her feel loved. By cooking her food, tending to her, when she is crying about something that is hurting, often not knowing what it is, as she cannot speak to convey what the trouble is. By tucking her in at night and making sure, she is comfortable. He does all of that, without ever complaining once about it.
Having said all of that, My Father is the rock of this family and if anything ever happened to him or my Mom, his wife of over 40 years; I would be left with a hole in my heart and in this family, the size of the Grand Canyon. So, please, those of you who actually read here or wherever I happen to cross-post my writings. Please, keep my Father in your prayers; whatever God it is that you happen to pray to or even if you do not believe in the deity or just happen to be an atheist, say a small prayer or think a good thought about my Dad and myself and more importantly, my Mother. Pray that the good Lord would guide the doctor’s hands and do what is need to fix him and that nothing bad would even remotely happen.
My Dad’s name is Charlie, and he is 65 years young. He gave 31 years of his life to the General Motors Company, he votes Democratic Party, but I do not hold it against him. Pray for him this week and especially on Friday, if you would please.
Thanks,
Patrick
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