At Least He Bet the Eagles

I talked to my dad on the phone last night during the Super Bowl and he was totally coherent, though he had recently fallen and hit his head and broken a rib-- and this coupled with the state of his lower body (weak and slow because of micro-strokes, afib, and a rare type of lower body Parkinson's) made it impossible for him to get out of the house to the nearby Super Bowl party -- which is why I gave him a call, I knew he was watching the game alone-- but when my mom came home at halftime, really just moments after I talked to him, she noticed he was behaving oddly and it was because he was having a massive stroke . . . so he's not at all in a good way right now and my brother and I are flying down to Florida . . . this getting old business really sucks (but that last chat I had with him was a good one, and he was happy that, like me, he bet the Eagles).

3 comments:

Whitney said...

So sorry about this, Dave -- your dad is such an awesomely nice Guy. He and your mom always treat us knucklehead friends like family. Very best to everyone.

rob said...

can we make sentence topic requests? i'd like a sentence compiled in guy-ese, full of squangeel and spumotz and such. much love to the entire family of dave - whit's right, your folks always treated us like family. couple of my favorite people.

Professor G. Truck said...

thanks so much guys, he always talked about you two so fondly and always asked about you-- i'll dig up the speech i made for my father's 80th, which contained all his invented italian slang

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