Just recently my father was rushed to the hospital and as I sat through my morning business meeting, I read up on the details. I'm not about to share the details here, they're rather gross and really not up to me to share because I know my dad is rather anti-social media, but I will say that the situation isn't good. It's bad.
My sister-in-law messaged me, telling me of the situation, and being that I'm in a far away country, my role is simply to wait till I hear more. I don't think family and friends back home quite understand the difficulty of that. I know I'm brutal for keeping in touch with them but it's hard to hear of their hardships and want to be there for them, physically, but simply can't. In the past, I would have taken the subway and then the GO Train to see my dad. I would have stayed over and helped him out. Now, I wait, I wonder,.. I anticipate the worst but hope for the best.
I haven't told any of my friends my father's situation because I don't want them to tell me to not worry and that every thing will be alright. Telling me not to worry is like telling my mom to relax. It does the opposite. I can't have myself be consumed with worry and doubt so I haven't share my news.
I'm waiting it out alone... with Balboa that is. I told him.
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