When my brother calls, its bad news.


Last night I had a message on my phone from my brother. We get along just fine but he hates the phone and never calls. You know that feeling of dread you get when you KNOW its bad news? I had that feeling. I KNEW it would be bad. I was almost too chicken to even check the message. But I did. And its bad. My dad had a stroke yesterday and is in ICU. He is paralized on the right side and cant speak but seems to be lucid. They dont know alot right now. I am making plans on getting there. The Canadian agreed to drive me today after I visit the vampires and get (hopefully) permission from my doc for a 7 hour car trip. But the weather is bad and they are saying the roads are bad all the way up there today plus its the busiest travel day of the year. So I may see about going this weekend. I just dont know. I am packed though


Later