Wednesday, January 1, 2014

My Hardest Night. Ever.

Knowing my dad is alone on New Year's Eve in a hospital bed and staples in his head,three days after brain surgery, which resulted in sixteen ounces of blood being drained out of his skull. The one good thing is that he is going to be fine. But still.






1 comment:

Charles Gramlich said...

So many snapshots in my own head of hospitals. Not places I care for. Necessary, but still.