Went to Nashville this weekend to see my dad, Bob, as he struggles to recover from complications from heart surgery 3 weeks ago. He's hanging in there, but it's tough. He's still on a ventilator and he struggles to talk. He can't. It's painful for me to watch, but even more so for him. He can squeeze my hand and nod yes or no, which is encouraging. He was always so much stronger and tougher than me. I hope and pray he can muster it up one more time to get through this. I pledged to myself, no matter what, to spend more time with him. Prayers appreciated.
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Prayers coming your way.
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