People, like animals, are sometimes born with inherent health problems and my father surely has some "inherited" problems. As much as I love him I'm grateful that he's my adopted Dad and that I don't share his DNA cause man did he draw the short straw! He suffered his first heart attack at the age of 41, which means that since 1985 he's been in the hospital more times than Elizabeth Taylor was married.
He goes back in the hospital today to have his pace maker replaced one more time. I guess energizer didn't make this battery, either that or he got the dollar store brand? This new pacemaker that he's having "installed" is said to last 10 years. I'll believe that when he makes it to 2021 without issue. Scientists may also discover how to make pigs sprout wings by then... I do try very hard not to be pessimistic about the entire situation but that's often easier said than done. After burying my father's mother this year; my father's sister, Kathy last year; my grandma Joyce the year prior; and my mother the year before that I feel like I've already reached my quota of one important person per year so my Dad should be just fine for at least the rest of this year.
I've heard the last rights read to to him on 3 separate instances and he's come back fighting every time so I have faith that this surgery will be no different. He may have some complications, an extended stay at Albany "Club" MED, and then he'll be on his way home again till some other part of him breaks down.
So my thoughts are with him today, the man who taught me to tie my shoes, ride a horse, drive a car and most importantly - appreciate every day we have, for we never know just how many that will be. Daddy, Although I've said it before, it bares repeating, I expect you to be around when your grand baby graduates high school so get your shit together because no one has time for these shenanigans! PS., I love you.
Grandpa Monroe with Abbey Sept 2010
Dad and Kelly Oct 1986
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