Or, Life is What Happens When You're Busy Making Other Plans.
I've canceled my plans to attend the Black Sheep Gathering. Last week my dad was diagnosed with, and went into surgery for, a brain tumor. The surgery went exceedingly well, with Dad pretty much being his normal pain in the rear self as soon as anesthesia wore off. Surgery on Friday, released from hospital on Sunday. But the tumor looks to be the type that comes back quick.
My parents divorced when I was very small, and my dad and I never seemed to find much time to get to know each other. We'd just started making up for lost time in the last few months, and now, well, I'm planning on making hay while the sun shines.
If you can, hug your dad.