Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Life goes on...

My dad on the field at Memorial Stadium
As I write this, I am sitting in bed at my in-laws' back in Illinois.  In the silence of this big, mostly empty house I finally allow myself to think, to remember, to feel.

Last week, I dropped everything in California to rush back and be with my dad for his last moments. He had been fighting for his life in the ICU for more than two months at that point.  One complication after another.

While we were there in the hospital with him, his eyes had been open but not altogether alert.  There was one brief moment of recognition where he scrunched his eyebrows and really looked at my brother and me.  That tiny moment was worth the red-eye flight and sleep deprivation.