This is my Papa...
Isn't he cute? He is having open-heart surgery, Monday. I think it's quadruple bypass. He had a heart attack when he was only 47, and had a by-pass surgery then. Well, it is 14 years later and he is up for it again. Poor dear! He has some kind of congenital heart disease or something. I am planning on flying to WV on Saturady, to be there for the surgery and to try and distract my mom. I don't know how long I will be staying as I want to make sure they are both settled in at home. I just hate being so far away from them- and I am the closest of my siblings at 6 hours. I care for my ailing and invalid mother-in-law, so it is hard for me to leave her, but what can I do? My dear husband, is so great with the children and I am leaving him with a detailed list of schedules for meds and care and such. You know how some men seem completely helpless around children and the elderly? Well, Bill is not one of them. (Don't you wonder if the whole "I'm so clueless" routine is a put-on to get out of work?;) Of course, he doesn't have any hang-ups about making sure the kids look presentable when they go out or having cake for breakfast, or getting to bed at the same time each night... But I figure that if I'm not with them, how could I be embarrassed and if he wants to feed them cake three times a day... well, he's a strong and tolerant guy, so no doubt the sugar bunnies won't drive him up a wall. No really, he'll do fine. I'm sure they'll be fine. fine...fine...fine...I just won't ask what they were wearing to church...