You know, when something happens in life that you do not expect, you sometimes react differently than you would ever have expected to.
I got the call about my father's accident at about 3 pm at work on Nov 10. He was on his way to the hospital having suffered burns after trying to light a fire - we assume. I went to the hospital and met the ambulance as it arrived. The smell of burnt rubber and melted material dominated the Emergency Department.
When I saw him he recognized me and we exchanged a few jokes about me taking his wallet. It was the last time we spoke as he was placed on a ventilator and has been sedated ever since. I wish I had said more. I wish I had said, one more time, I love you Dad, everything will be OK. I wish I had of did that.
Now I am limited to seeing him through a glass wall at the ICU watching him breath and observing the lights and monitors.
More to follow soon.
