It's been some time since I posted. Its been difficult to find the time to do it. On July 3, my dad went in for emergency pacemaker surgery. Emergency as in he was getting a stress test and they admitted him to the hospital and had a pacemaker in within 4 hours.
We knew he had an abdominal aortic aneurism and had been waiting for the day the surgery was going to be scheduled. It was delayed because in the beginning of August, he was admitted to the ICU for 16 days for developing a MRSA infection in his heart at the pacemaker site.
Shortly thereafter his release, they scheduled the aneurism surgery for September 6. He told me the night before the surgery that I needed to be strong for everyone. That it was going to be hard when he wasn't here. I told him, verbatim, "Shut the hell up. You're talking out of your ass again. You'll be fine and when you're out we'll have a beer on the patio. Deal?" He said, "I'm being serious. You need to be strong, kid."
