Close Call

I got an e-mail entitled “Grandma” from my dad just now. It heart stopped when I saw the notification. My grandma is almost 90 years old and, understandably so, I was a little bit very nervous.

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Chris and Justin:

I took grandma to the Emergency Service at the York Central Hospital this morning.

The bottom line is — she is OK. She is home and resting comfortably.

The primary problem was high blood pressure and the secondary was hemorrhage. Both are under control.

I’ll give you a detailed update when I see you next. Jean came this morning to help out. It’s been a long day and I am going to bed soon…

Take care.

Dad

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Whew! It’s not good news, but it’s certainly less bad news than I had anticipated! I think I’ll call home tomorrow.

After talking to my mom today, I realized that I am more disconnected to my family than I had thought… for example, my mom didn’t even know that I moved! We chatted for around a half hour so that brought us both somewhat up to speed, but I’m sure there’s a lot more ground to cover yet.

But I’m starting, which is more than what I was willing to say a month ago. It’s about time that I start putting my mind and mouth where my heart is, dang it. I can’t take the risk of missing out on opportunities (and, boy, was this ever a slap in the face).

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