Today I was NOT happy to receive a phonecall from my younger sister. I did NOT want to hear the words she slowly spoke  I knew what they would be before I opened my phone...seeing the place the call was coming from...and knowing that it wasn't her regular number, but a work phone in Atlanta...i knew it could only be one thing.
   My father has had emphazima for several years...and has been on oxygen and in a wheelchair.  His lung capacity had dropped to 20% of normal.  This means that respiratory illnesses are quite serious....and Dad has been a chronic pnemonia contractor all of my life.  He got pnemonia several weeks ago...was in the hospital and then released to rehab to get his strength back.  unfortunately over the weekend he wound up back in the hospital (ICU) with a recurrence of the Pnemonia!  by Monday he was on a respirator and was being fed thru a tube because he couldn't swallow.  His one remaining kidney shut down.  So did the rest of his body, today, at noon eastern time. 

and now i have to find the words and a melody to write him HIS song....he's been proud of my singing and playing and played recordings I've given him over the years for his friends...telling them that it was his son singing and playing, and pointed out the songs that I had also written.  I have no idea what i'll come up with, but I owe it to the old man.  ..and myself.  Ghost of a Rose performed at open mic night at the Mucky Duck on Monday...and I sang the songs we did for him (sent word to him thru the nurses at the hospital that i was singing for him).  I will miss him...I can't imagine the world without my dad.  ...but then I don't think any child can...no matter how old that child is. 

Current Location: home
Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: that's my job (conway twitty)