Waiting is a hard thing to do.

It's 230, and I'm sitting in the hospital still with my dad. I'm scared but I'm keeping a smile on my face to hide it from him.

I've been here for a while now, and still there is no true results.


My dads running slowly, it's taking him a minute to complete a whole sentence. His speech is still slurred from the stroke itself, so its hard to understand him sometimes.It's taking even longer for him to get up. And I can't do anything, but sit here and pray.

I feel a little better knowing that if his pacemaker/difibulator goes off, doctors will be there to help him.

Three years ago, when he first had the pacemaker/ difibulator put in, I remeber the doctors saying that only 33% of his heart was working. That's when reality hit me, My dad was slowly dying. It was something the doctor would say that I would try to ignore, but I can't ignore it any longer.

My dad, although we haven't always seen eye to eye is one of my heroes. When things at home would get bad, he would try his hardest to get my mom to stay away from me. He may not always be there completely, but I still don't want to see him in pain.

I love my dad, and only want him to get better.

I feel like all I am doing is waiting. Waiting for answers on what's going on. Waiting for something to come along that will ight now, he's sleeping, it's really quite sitting in the chair by the window, watching cars pass by.

The only semi answer we've received is most of this is caused by congestive heart failure. Which I've know he's had all of my life.

He's starting to wake up now, and I'm gonna see if he needs me to get anything.


God is with me, I can feel Him.

I'm not going to stop praying until my dad leaves the hospital. I love you daddy<3

Psalm56:3
when I am afraid, I will trust in You.