I’ve been in Montana for the past few days. My dad is having issues with his heart, and I wanted to come home for a bit. Luckily, Delta was practically giving away plane tickets, so here I am.
It’s a stressful thing, seeing my father weak and weary. I went to the doctor with him today and when I saw the nurse run an oxygen tank and a EKG machine back to his room, a boulder hit the bottom of my stomach.
He is ok for now. But I am coming to terms with the fact that he won’t be here forever. Tonight I got a little irritated at him, and then felt ashamed because he is sick, and tried to put my irritation to rest. As many differences as we have, and as many disagreements we have had, he’s my dad and I love him.
Flying home in the dark, I noticed the lights in the countryside far below looked like constellations.
