A Fork In The Road

It was November 10th when I received the phone call.  We were dropping off movies at the video store and a text came through that my dad needed to talk.   Deep breath.   I knew something was amiss and he had the task of informing me.  Never did I imagine that the something amiss would have anything to do with him.  

Upon a visit to the urgent care for arm pain, a mass was discovered in his lung.   

We packed up shop in Ohio and set south in a frenzy.  

For all who do not know, my father and I are very close.  He comes and visits us often, sometimes staying for over a month at a time.   Many former marina neighbors can attest to his gentle presence.  He has experienced our adventures with us and sees the beauty in what we do.

So this is the reason for our silence. 

I am the caretaker.   The kids are the light bringers.  G is the support system.   We are playing critical roles during a time of much uncertainty.  

Diagnostics are being performed this week.   

Cancer sucks.