An amazing thing happened last week...
My dad called me late Wednesday night...almost midnight it was...
You see, he's been in the hospital for the last two months and we talk all the time and last Wednesday wasn't much different. Well, it was different in one sense. It was the third time he had told me that the hospital staff had told him not to eat or drink anything. And it was the first time he called me that late at night from the hospital.
My dad's been waiting for a heart. Apparently, one was coming available. So, like I told a few other people, the possibility that one family’s tragedy was becoming another family’s hope was happening again.
Then, at 5 AM Thursday morning, he called me again. He told me that they had just finished cleaning him up and they were taking him down to the operating room at 6:30! I told him, I’d be there when he woke up!
I had to go back to Virginia Beach yesterday. I had a trip already scheduled to Boston. Before I left I went up to the hospital to say goodbye to my dad. I put my hand on his chest. I wanted to feel that new heart beating. The only thing that came out of my mouth when I felt that heart beating was…Dad, that’s just fucking awesome! Sorry for the language, but hey! It really is….FUCKING AWESOME!!!!!!!