Long Distance Whining

Ang is bringing Dad fries and gravy from New York Fries for supper tonight. (He can have potassium right now because the chemo depletes it from his system.) I'm so jealous. I want to bring him fries. (I want to eat them too, but that's not really the point.)

It's hard being here right now. I want to sit in his room. I want to bring him things to keep him from getting bored. I want to make him treats to eat. I want to sing to him. I want to hug him. I want to be able to look at him and touch his hand so that my heart can feel what my head does... He's okay. The doctors and nurses are looking after him. My mom is looking after him. God is looking after him.

(But I want to look after him.)

It's not like I've been gone for long, ordinarily even Ben wouldn't be missing him by now. But when someone you love is sick, really sick, it's hard to be away. And talking on the phone isn't the same. (And it isn't even easy because he has to go to the washroom every few minutes, poor guy. Stinkin' chemo.)

But this is life right now. It's not easy for any of us. I know that. I know it's hard to be there too. To watch him hurt. But... I wish I was there.

You know that saying? Out of sight, out of mind? It's sure not true when it's your dad in the hospital. I'm thinking of him and praying for him almost every minute of every day, and lots of minutes in between.

Ang is going to be putting up some pictures of his room and view soon so those of us who can't be there can feel like we're there a little bit more. Hopefully that will help. Hopefully she'll do it soon. (Hint hint.)