The call...

Rhonda just called to warn me that you're in the hospital, and although you are still planning that "trip", she says you will likely not make it. I don't know her well enough to know if she overreacts, but I will take her word for it, and come. She says come now while you're lucid. Later won't matter. I accept this.
I can't remember anyone's phone numbers.... not even Mom's. My head aches and I feel like I am laying at the bottom of the ocean.
I think this was what I was waiting for. Am I ready? I am.
Ok dad...ok. I'm here, when you're ready. Ok.