Parents are mortal

Nothing made this more obvious to me than my dad's motorcycle accident a couple of years back. He's still trying to recover, while working full time to make his alimony payments to my mom.

When I saw him at Disneyworld in December, he looked more tired than I remember him being in a long time. He kept up great, but he was quiet. He's always quiet. But he seemed like a very happy pappy, being with his girls.

Right now, he's in the hospital getting some sort of heart cathetarization procedure to investigate the chest pains he's been experiencing the last six months. It's not a big deal, they keep telling me. But it kind of is. It's his ticker. I think anything to do with the heart is serious by default. I know they don't want me to worry.

Well, too bad. I'm gonna worry.

He works too hard.