MY DAD IS HOME!!!!!!!!!

And YES, that title ABSOFREAKINGLUTELY required caps!

I know you were all expecting me to post about my BlogHer’12 recap, and I PROMISE I will.  I am still in the works of processing the entire event, and I don’t want to miss any of the nitty gritty details.  We will get there.  I promise. 

Like I was saying, MY DAD IS HOME!!!

Okay. 

Wednesday we received a phone call that my Grandpa [my dad’s father], had a stroke.  It wasn’t sounding too hopeful.  Jared and I were already on our way to my parents house, because my Mom and brother were spoiling taking care of Lincoln while I was in NYC.  Jared and I were planning on heading to the city first thing Thursday morning.  We decided to go see my Grandpa in the hospital Wednesday night.  He was in and out of it.  He seemed to recognize Jared, but when the doctor quizzed him and asked his name, his reply was “Renfru?” Yeah. 

He seemed to know me, but couldn’t say my name.  I told him I was “David’s daughter,” and then he replied, “Kami.” 

We were told he would be critical for the next 72 hours. 

Jared and I decided to still go to New York.  If anything were to happen to my Grandfather, I was thankful I did get to see him.

While this was all going on, my Dad had no idea.  You see, he’s living alone in Florida, while he’s recovering from his liver transplant.  My Mom decided it was best if we brought him home early to see his Dad.  He was already scheduled to come home in two weeks, so it wasn’t too much of a big deal.  My Mom didn’t want to regret, that if something did indeed happen to my Grandpa, she didn’t allow my Dad that chance to come home and see him. 

My brother flew into Orlando late Friday night, and the two of them were on a flight home Saturday morning.  My Dad was able to see my Grandfather Saturday afternoon.  And?  My Grandpa is going to be just fine.  He was SO happy to see my Dad.  It appears he had the stroke due to an interference with a new medication he was taking.  He is expected to be back to his normal self soon. 

But my Dad??  HE’S HOME!!!  He’s finally home.  After one year.  One hard year.  Probably one of the most difficult years our family has ever faced.  He’s home.  My Mom gets her husband back.  The man she married.  The man she cared for when he was so, so sick.  She never lost hope in him.  She pulled him through the scariest time of his life.  My brother and I get our Dad back.  And Lincoln gets his Grandpa, or “Pam-Pa,” as he calls him. 

A year ago if you asked me how things would turn out, I honestly can say that I wouldn’t know.  Sometimes I felt like my Dad would never get his transplant.  I am just so grateful, and so very thankful. 

Everything is going to be okay.  I can finally say that, and believe it myself.