The Problems of the World Take A Backseat When A Loved One is Dying

There has been plenty for me to comment on in the past few days- idiot politicians- perverted "Christians-" Japan's disaster- etc..

Somehow- none of it seems to matter the past couple of days.

Monday- I had to put Dad in the hospital.

At 81-years-old- Dad is still pretty active for a man his age. He didn't seem all that devastated when his mate of 56 years passed in December of 2009.

Since the beginning of this year however Dad seemed to have 'caught a bug' that wouldn't let go of him.

That and all the snow and ice kept him pretty much in the house since January- uncharacteristic of a man who liked to get in his van and go somewhere virtually every day.

For the past few days- he didn't even get out of his chair much- so I knew it was time to get him some help.

A trip to his doctor Monday afternoon landed him in the hospital- and that's where the story is right now: poking- prodding- testing- and waiting.

Seeing an active- vital loved one bedridden and wondering if they're going to pull-through seems to put everything ELSE in the world going on in a secondary light.

Not that everything else isn't important- but to paraphrase a slow if not wise character- right now- that's all I have to say about that.

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