Well My Friends, It's come to the point where I really don't want to be.
My absence has been to do my fathers failing health these past months. This thing called cancer has eaten him up. He's fought a long fight but it's just about over now.
I brought Dad back from the hospital again yesterday. Nothing more the doctors can do.
Days, weeks.... Time. He wants to die at home.
Life comes down to reality in the end. I've considered myself as a man for many years. I'm facing my fathers death and I realize that in my heart, I'm still just his little boy. I guess he was my first hero. I've looked up to him my whole life. Father and son...we didn't always agree.
But we were always there for each other.
When I was young, and learning about this thing called life, I never fell so far that my dad couldn't catch me, pick me up.
He was just always there.
Here I stand now...facing a tomorrow without him. It's killing mom.
Tonight I ask that those of you who pray, please say a word for my father and my mother.
This is why I'm not been here lately. I've put all I've got into being with my parents, caring for them.
We've got a few more miles to go.
I don't know that I'll be back online again tomorrow.
You don't know how very much I wish these past weeks weren't happening. I do think about the friends--the dear friends-- I've met here. And I'd love to kick back and grab a brownie. Watch those little bucketheads, or even crack a joke about Imp's tiny car.
But right now I ask that you bear with me, and my family, as we walk this road.
And so my friends...It's come to this.