We were headed for Orlando, halfway to the airport when Dad and John called. I pulled a u-turn, on the highway, and headed back home. The mouse will have to wait, the professional development will have to wait, but not family.
Dad has suffered another stroke. This one bigger than the last. This one is scary. It has a been a long three days and I fear there are more to come.
Hug those you love right now, today, and hold on tight.