March 4, 2006

The phone rang at our Texas home on Saturday afternoon. It was the nursing home Dad had lived in for the past few months. He had been taken to the hospital in an ambulance.

I had received calls like this several times in the past two years, for both Mom and Dad. They weren’t commonplace, but also not cause for panic. Was I concerned? Of course, and I quickly gathered my things to go to the hospital. Was I also a bit resentful? Probably. It had been a crazy week at work. A weeke...