And The Beat Goes On

Today, David received a call, his sister, His only living sister had a major stroke. We are waiting for more word regarding her condition.
He was, after trying ALL DAY, able to talk to her. She was asleep every time he called.
 Finally about 6 PM he got her on the phone.She knew who he was, but he said her voice and tone was mumbler a lot of the time.
As I said, We will know more when more test are done. We may run down to Paradise on Monday to check on her ourselves.
However I want to add. Yes I worry a lot or maybe worry is not the word, I am concerned about David. He JUST does NOT feel well.
I came home yesterday to a man who was in obvious pain and misery.
His foot hurt, His left leg swells at the knee, His arm hurts and I do not want him to have a stroke, Like his younger brother and sister.
Yesterday he told me, "All I did was push up one row in the garden, go to Anderson and buy salt for the pool and deposit my check, then I slept on the sofa for over an hour."
That was enough to wear him out.
Luckily I brought home food we could have for dinner last night. Same thing tonight.
He has been so distressed over Retha, he even forgot to check the mail.
Tonight I had cereal and he has SPAM.
Right now he is sound asleep.
This morning I got up, made coffee, went to the pool to relax a while before work.
I wanted him out with me, as the day was beautiful.
I walked to our door, and called and called his name several times, before I could wake him.
I was about ready to run in and check his pulse.
He finally smiled, (Oh I love that sheepish smile of his, like he has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.) He said, "Oh Yeah I want to come out there with you"
It is always nice to sit and chat before work.
He came out and we had our coffee and settled the problems of the world. (if only it were that easy)

Of course he is worried about his sister, Retha is younger but her health is poor. He may lose her and I can see in his face, he is in sorrow. I am sure he has wept a few times today. I hugged him and held him and offered comfort but when you lose someone you love, there is no comfort.
But Retha is still here and we must rejoice in that and pray he does well.

So prayer is what we ask, but if you have time, Call your Dad, He loves to hear your voice.
He will say he is OK but believe me he is not the same as he was just last June. Before the injury.
That one thing has taken his drive for life out of him.
If only there was nothing to do here. But there is and I can not do it alone so he helps where he can.
I Love Love him so much and can't deal with his misery. It breaks my heart,