He is the only real Dad that I’ve ever had.

It should come as no surprise, then, that my first stop on the way into work today was to check on him. His surgery was last tuesday and he was due to discharge today.

He was happy to see me and greeted me with a hug as I came in the door.

‘How did you find me?’ he asked.

Pulling back slowly, I tried not to let the worry show as I looked into the eyes of this man that I love. I know that anesthesia sometimes causes confusion in patients and that it can last up to 48 hours…but he is well past that time.

I have spoken with his doctor and Dad will be staying another day since it appears that his confusion is not diminishing.

From a medical standpoint, I can understand all that is going on. Making sure that he is well before he leaves makes sense. But his question hovers in my mind like a mist that will not be brushed away with the wave of a hand.

‘How did you find me?’

Dear Dad….don’t you know? I still love you…and if you were lost…there is no place where I would not go to find you.

arkmomy