Daddy is 78 years young and besides his hip bothering him, he is all there, mind, body and spirit. I actually think as he's become older he is less patient, more crabby and more demanding. I guess if you reach this age you have the right to be all these things. He is doing good, all the results were fine, he just got up to quick became light headed, than passed out.
Time has a way of deceiving me because I don't feel old, I remember things like they were yesterday, except when I look in the mirror I see an older me. Gray hair, deeper lines and the person looking at me looks tired from just living life. It is when I look at my daughter that I realize that I am getting older. Young vibrant ready to take on the world, I remember thinking that at one point in my life. Sometimes I feel like life has overtaken me, I have weathered the storms and come out a bit battered up but still swimming.
I am so thankful that living life with my husband and daughter makes these storms much better because we're all together, helping, encouraging and pushing one another and reminding each other that there is another day.
Praise GOD that he is the light at the end of the tunnel and I am not alone.