too far
One of the only things that bother me about living in Viet Nam is the extreme distance from family. When we lived in the States we were within an hour or so of everyone but my sister in Los Angeles. Now, we're 24 hours on a plane from anyone. A distance that bothers me only intermittently, but today it hit me hard.
My sister emailed this afternoon to let me know that my dad's in the hospital. Yeah, the same fellow who just celebrated his 58th birthday and the one I talked with just yesterday morning. He had a heart attack on Wednesday morning. He's had a stint put into his heart and he'll be in the hospital for a few days, but my sister assured me that he is fine. I can't help but feel a bit guilty that I'm so far away, unable to visit him or to hold my mom's hand as she ponders the reality of the heart disease that runs rampant through our family tree.
3 Comments:
Teresa,
{{hugs}}!! Glad your Dad is doing well and will be fine.
Take care,
Cindy
Sorry to hear about your dad. Tell him things will be OK, I have 5 stints for the last 10 yrs and doing fine . ( I think :) :) )
good luck on the job hunt and give the kids a hug for us
uncle D&J
teresa-
I LOVE LOVE reading your blog it is sooo awesome. U r sooo strong in taking this on alone w/ the kids. I am impressed and the experiences are priceless. I wish u luck w/ finding a job as well as a home.
I read this article and wanted to share the link w/ you. Probably NOT close to u but maybe so. The whole story made me think of u and the babies/kids.
http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20014928,00.html
hugz-Jolene and kids
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