It's been a difficult couple of days.
On Wednesday, my father in law suffered a stroke. You can imagine the range of emotions we're all feeling. At the moment he is stable, and the doctors are hoping to transfer him to a rehabilitation facility sometime soon.
My stomach has been in a knot, yesterday I had to face the grocery store, with a huge list of things to buy, including a turkey, before they're all gone.
Several months ago, my five girlfriends and I planned a girls weekend away to New Hampshire, for this weekend. We've been friends for over 25 years. We don't get to see each other very much, but for the first time in years, we found a date that worked for everyone.
Mike and his brother spent all of yesterday at his Dad's side at the hospital, talking about all sorts of things to fill the time. I had told Mike I wasn't going to go away this weekend, but he thought I should still go. When the topic of my girls weekend came up, his Dad looked over at him, and told him I was going.
And that was that.
I feel funny leaving, but my family wants me to. I figure if I need to come home, I can be back as fast as I can drive (and I can drive fast).
Please send good thoughts his way.