My cousin just called, and my dad is in the hospital. He has pneumonia, they’ve tried everything that they can think of, and he’s not improving.
They don’t expect that he will make it much longer.
So I have to get home… somehow… Make arrangements for Ellie… somehow…
I knew when we decided to go home at Christmas that he wasn’t well, and I suspected that this might be our last Christmas with him. But God… I’m not ready for this.