A second heart-attack floored me last thursday evening. I am back home since a few hours and have to take it slow and easy for a while.
While I was at the hospital I saw my dad there who was taken there a few weeks ago, while I was too weak to visit him. That man is not my dad. That was a scared little silver-haired boy with large sky blue eyes, looking soo afraid and vulnerable. He won't be back home. He never will be the same. As I left the hospital a few hours ago I knew I was leaving my dad behind and I will never see him alive as he was again. That hurts. I am not sure I made spiritual contact with him though, the last three minutes he was semi-consciouss when I was with him. He doesn't belief in it. But I am ready to let him go and rest. I only hope my sister will find it soon too as she is in charge now.
I found another little crying child at home. My cat Bodhi. Gosh she really cries out when ever she cannot hear or see me and she doesn't want to let me out of her sight again, which I cannot blame her at all as I was laying in my hospitalbed each night silently crying wondering how she was doing, there, at home, all alone, without me....Cried myself to sleep every night.
To all of my F-list-friends, I am sorry I did not reply, there was no chance to warn you. I didn't even get warned myself ;) But Lizzy's back!
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