My Mom called and apparently the Surgeon is going to see Dad shortly. Mom told Dad to ask any questions he has. He's going to need time to process this before we all meet this afternoon. I called a friend at work and asked him to pass on the news. I called him rather than the boss because I consider him a friend, the boss is the boss. Some people from church called me last night and I called on back today. She said she'd pass on the news to the others. I felt rather pissed off at God last night while I was laying in bed. Why couldn't God have picked an easier way for Dad to die, why this? I thought of all the people we've prayed for at church who died anyway. What was the point of praying? Well, I know it's all part of grieving and God can take it! Anyway, I'm doing my laundry now...life goes on.
