Worried

My dad isn't doing well. He's in the hospital with severe heart failure. And a blot clot in his heart. And kidney failure. And fluid in his lungs. And the levels (of insert medical term here) in his liver are sky high. And with every 'and' I feel a little more hopeless. I'm NOT hopeless - my hope, my prayer, my every thought is for him to be ok, better than ok. God can do anything. The body has tremendous ability to right the wrong. People have absolutely recovered from worse (or same?). PLEASE GOD, LET MY DADDY BE ONE OF THEM.

This picture was taken ten years ago yesterday. That was his 60th birthday -we took the train up to the Grand Canyon. Yesterday was his 70th birthday -we spent the day in the hospital/ICU. 7 is no longer my favorite number. Unless next birthday we're somewhere lovely sitting around giggling nervously about his close call.

PLEASE PRAY for my daddy. Nobody else calls me TT Marie or sings the Kristina Maria song to me.

Edited to add: My dad is ALIVE AND (pretty) WELL!!! He's on the road to recovery and we couldn't be more thankful!