Thursday, December 20, 2007
When I was a kid, I always thought that God would look like my dad
I mean, it wasn't something I pondered a whole bunch, my church/religious experiences were sporadic at best, but if you'd asked me what God looked like, I would have described my dad - tall, thin-ish, clean cut with dark hair and dark eyes - and wearing the requisite flow-y white robe and outlined in blinding rays of sun.My stepmom called tonight to let me know that my dad is in the hospital - he's been sick for a couple of weeks, he thought it was the flu, but it turns out that it's congestive heart failure - and he only knows this because she forced him to go to the doctor (now I know where my reluctance to see a doctor unless I'm bleeding from the eyeballs comes from).
My stepmom sounded sunny and upbeat (like always) so I didn't really think it was anything serious serious, but when she said the words "living will"... I don't know - it was kind of a reality check... or something... I don't know...
Labels: adventures in shitty parenting
2 comment(s):
I hope everything turns out okay!
By adena, at 12:28 AM
J & Nathalie
By THW, at 7:01 AM
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