New Frying Pan

The bar is over.

Daddy is sick.

I'm at the hospital.

He had the stubborness to wait 'til after the bar, after my birthday, and after a good visit where he appeared to be in improving health and we could all laugh together to get sick.

I can't believe how strong the power of human will is when it comes to pushing back the forces that eventually overtake us.

I'm also overwhelmed at the strength of my father's love for me.

I think I'm going to be MIA from blogland for a while.