Last week, my dad (who has always been a pillar of strength) had heart surgery. As I sat in an empty hospital room and waited for him to return from the OR, I thought about all that this man means to me.
So much of who I am, dad, comes from you. I am so clearly your child when I am moved by music, or when I am most peaceful under an umbrella on the ocean, or when I am drifting off to sleep in a quiet cove on the lake, or when I am behind the camera taking a close up of my daughter, or when I am cracking a joke, or when I am sleeping with a hand perched on my forehead. I am a part of you and you are a part of me....and I prayed that God would be with you and with the doctors so that you would be back at 100%. God answered my prayers and I feel so incredibly blessed. A girl needs her dad. And a grandchild needs her PopPop. We love you so much.
Thank you to all the friends and family who called/texted/emailed, etc. and offered prayers and well wishes. It meant a lot.