Mom and Dad at Arches Nat’l Park. Moab, Utah. 2010
Sometimes it doesn’t rain…it pours.
For example, we sold our house. Great news, right? Yes, I’m ecstatic about it!
A couple of weeks ago, April 27th, we woke early and started cleaning like crazy. Not that the house was particularly dirty or in disarray, actually. But the home inspector, the realtors, and the buyer were to be there at 8 a.m. to start a big home inspection party.
We were in the zone. Everything was going swimmingly, and I was just about to mop the kitchen floor in a frenzied cleaning coup d’état, 20 minutes before the inspection party arrived.
And then I got a call.
It was Mom.
“Your Dad had a small stroke last night.”
The world stopped at those eight little words.
Mom and Dad had gone on one of their wander-lust trips with their RV. I knew they had gone on a trip; was glad that they could just up and travel at the drop of their hats. I just hadn’t thought that much about it because April was at near-end, and our family calendar was full.
Funny how one little phone call can change everything.
As I listened to Mom explain what happened, I walked in circles–trying to process what Mom was saying while our realtor, the home inspector, and the buyer pulled into our drive.
I tried to pull myself together. I had to gather my daughter and our dogs into Lefty’s truck to take the dogs to board while Lefty stayed for the inspection.
Somehow I managed to drive the 7 miles and drop off our dogs. Somehow I managed to give Princess Buttercup her homeschool assignments while contacting family members. I absolutely prayed through the day while working out a plan with my brother of how we were to get from north Alabama to Missouri, where my dad was half-paralyzed in a neuro-trauma ICU.
I attribute the previous weeks and on-going weeks to God’s grace and prayer. Long story short, Dad is making remarkable progress, whereas, it was very touch-and-go those first few days after his stroke.
He has progressed, thanks to the grace of God, Mom, the incredible hospital staff, and the same rock-hard determination and grit it took Dto pick cotton to help pay for a college education, work a farm, and successfully take over ownership of my granddad’s country store.
I’m proud of my dad, just let me say.
And I thank God for all of you who have been praying right along there with us.
Dad is also an excellent horseman. Here are Poco and Skip, beautiful quarter horses that Dad trained himself. He had to sell them a few years ago because of his health.