Yesterday was the second worst day of my life. The first was when my son died five years ago, and the second was when my father took a serious turn for the worse yesterday. While my mother was sitting with him, holding his hand. Which was absolutely terrifying for her.
I don't want to tell the entire story, because it is his story to tell and I am hoping with all my heart that he recovers fully and is back at home, soon, to tell it all to you himself. They are in the process of assessing what happened and exactly how serious it was. He was already a bit better by the end of the day yesterday (telling me I better get his laptop ready for his return, because he is going straight on the net! My v cool web surfing dad), which was obviously a huge relief for all of us, and hopefully each day will bring more recovery. We hope to have our Tungsten Man back at home soon. Because he is still our Tungsten Man, just a little battered and bruised at the moment.