Saturday morning, my dad had a stroke. I've been in a fog for about 48 hours. I'm not sure when I'll break through.
I'm the emotional one in the family. Nearly everything sends me into tears so you can only imagine what the last two days have been like. I held it together well yesterday while at the hospital with him but as soon as I got in the car and walked into my house, the tears wouldn't stop.
We are in the early stages. Unsure about what our future is like. So much has changed in just 2 days. But my family is strong and determined. My dad is strong. I believe that he will work hard to get better. It could have been worse.
I've never felt more like an adult than I do now. Life before Saturday at 10:00 seems so trivial. The outpouring of love from friends and family has helped keep me strong. Prayers are being sent up above constantly and I am so appreciative of the people I have in my life.