Saturday, April 27, 2013
I am heartbroken, on more than one level!
My sister called last night and said my father has taken a turn for the worse. The Hospice nurse said he had days, not weeks, to live.
Our Mock 5K was probably going to last until noon: There were over 50 awards (ten for each group, plus spirit awards), and the awards weren't going to be given out until every walker/runner crossed the finish line.
I couldn't wait until noon or later to start our 15-hour drive given the news, so we skipped the 5K.
We were able to get on the road by 6:45 am. By skipping the 5K we should be able to visit my dad tomorrow instead of having to wait until Monday. Every day is precious. Every day is a gift.