Thank you, everyone, for this opportunity for me to express random thoughts about my dad.
My mom and brother left for the hospital early this morning...I don't have an update yet on his condition. I hope he got some rest last nite.
What's popping into my head this morning a memory of when I was a little girl and I went with him to his office. His desk was a mess but he didn't like anyone touching it...he seemed to think he knew where everything was. I saw the paperweight I made for him which was in the shape of his first initial, G, but it looked more like a 6. I was trying to get a grip about his life here at work and what he did. J: Dad, what is it that you do? D: I help people with their problems. J: ( ever worried) What if there are no more problems? D: People will always have problems.
