Wednesday’s are for wonderment
October 17th my dad underwent a 6 1/2 hour surgery followed by 10 days in the hospital. To say it felt like the longest days of our lives would be an understatement. As my mom continued to gather herself, her thoughts and make her way to the hospital day-in and day-out for 10 days, my job was to keep the (business) place from going up in flames.
I didn’t want to let him down.
I didn’t want to let their business go under.
I didn’t want her to worry.
I was overwhelmed. On edge. Scared. Everyday for a little over a week.
Let me tell you about my mom for a moment. She’s an independent woman but chooses to let my dad take care of her. She’s a strong woman even though her exterior may fool you. She’s capable even though some may think she’s not. She’s got the brain power and knowledge of a thousand pompous professors. And most importantly, she calms me when I need it the most.
I cried more that week than I have in the past 6 months. You were my rock. You reassured me when I was doubtful, when I screwed up. We counted on each other - to help get through a difficult time, working together, laughing some, crying a little and built a stronger relationship. You are irreplaceable. You are phenomenal. I couldn’t have asked for a better employer, friend or Mom to go through life with. I love you, Mom. •