Going Home...

As much as I always get excited to visit my home state, I can't say as I'm looking forward to our trip tomorrow. The boys and I will be making the trek to Marshfield, Wisconsin where we will spend some quality time with my daddy. My goal is to make him smile and take his mind off of the fact that he has been given news so grave that I can barely bring myself to type it. This man, made of incredible positivity and crude, wild humor, has been told to prepare for only a few months left on this earth. 

Terminal. Malignant. Inoperable. Words that I can not quite bare to utter. 

These words have been used to describe what is happening inside his frail body. I've never thought of dad as frail. He isn't a big man, but was always larger than life in my eyes. But his liver has finally checked out after many, many years of living a bit too wild. He cleaned up his act, just a little too late. 

Tomorrow, we will set out on a 12 hour drive and I will be forced to make the kind of decisions that I was sure I had years to prepare myself for. But we can do this, because that's how we're built. Daddy always taught me to 'maintain', only fret about the things you can control, and more than anything, make the most of today. We will do that. In the meantime, prayers for his comfort and my strength would be greatly appreciated.