>Just got word from my stepmom in Las Cruces, New Mexico. My 80-year-old dad, whom I named “Saba” because I was unable to pronounce ‘papa’ very well when I was 3 years old, has been taken to the ER room.

For ten years, he’s been dealing with Parkinson’s disease, a few heart issues, and eye cancer. Bless his heart, he woke up this afternoon confused and unable to walk. My stepmom, alone, felt so helpless. I’m up in Wisconsin, my younger brothers are in Utah, and in south Texas.

So far, the doctors in El Paso, Texas don’t know what it is, but they believe it’s some blood infection.

I’m posting this because I have this nervous and scared energy that I’m unable to channel at the moment. My first reflexive impulse is to just keep it inside and be all smiles and giggles. My 3yr old boy needs me to be that way tonight. His mom is at work, I’m home with a stupid cold. Our boy needs me to be playful and occupying.

My dad lost his younger brother (my uncle Perry) on New Year’s day. I must confess here that I’m overwhelmed.

Time to hand this off.

Be my rock and refuge, my secure stronghold; for you are my rock and fortress. Psalms 71:3

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