Searching For Ground...

I very badly have wanted to post something funny the last few days...But, if I were to be honest with you, I'm holding my breath. Afraid that if I breathe, I'll crack and crumble.

I actually feel as though I've been holding my breath for a month. We're awaiting some news. Some news that is scaring the shit out of me.

I began to write something for my Dad on Father's Day. And then, his Birthday was at the end of June. He turned 80. And I was going to write something about how he's still riding his motorcycle, still flying his plane, still golfing and playing tennis and cutting down dead limbs in trees.

But, I couldn't.

Afraid that if I opened the flood gates, while holding my breath, I'd be washed away.

Kind of like, what I'm on the verge of right now.

I'm 2500 miles away from him and my mother and feeling rather helpless.

I know that I've been extremely lucky to have my Dad for this long. And I know that I've been extremely lucky to have a Dad that wasn't afraid to hug me, kiss me or tell me that he loves me on a regular basis. And I know that I've been extremely lucky to have a Dad that is as good of a man as he.

But, I'm scared.

And I can't sleep.

And my chest is tightening with a worry that I'm afraid will envelope me.

If you have any extra good thoughts or prayers lying around, if you could send them his way, I'd be much obliged...

The water is rising and beginning to spill...

The screen is getting too blurry...

Thank you...

Here's my Dad checking out the view on Maui.

I don't think that he was looking at the water...or the sand. That frisky devil.