This past two weeks have not been the nice and comfortable routine I've come to love. The kids are off from school, I'm home with Zahra and the kids most of these last two weeks of the year. I had been making plans to spend lots and lots of family time; just the four of us. My world has become so sharply focused on the four of us lately.
The surprise of dad's heart condition changed those plans. Family and friends descended upon him. The circumstances weren't great, but a lifetime of connections were reestablished. I saw familiar faces of those I see often and those I haven't seen for some time. Even many faces that were new to me. I was asked to pass on salaams from so many people; I even can't remember how many.
I was so pleased with the family response. And with the support I got to be there; thanks Zahra:) It is tiring, but so much easier not being in it alone. Alhamdolillah, dad has come through with flying colors and in a few weeks he'll feel like he has a new lease on life.
Last night, he came home after 11 nights in the hospital. He came home to a full house of sons, daughters and grandkids. Looking around and taking it in, dad took my hand and cried some tears of joy and told me how he's so happy and he wants our family to continue together for generations to come. I absorbed what I can only guess is a fraction of the perspective he was sharing. It was a beautiful moment.
It's sometimes challenging being an adult and having parents. My dad did something right for a long time though. I had this unconscious desire (probably instilled over a long time) to be around and help however I could. Strong enough that I believe it's Zahra's desire too. It's got me thinking about what I have to do to have the same thing many years from now. I want to be able to look around years from now and be surrounded by my people. Minus the heart surgery:P
At 74, dad is still teaching me.
The surprise of dad's heart condition changed those plans. Family and friends descended upon him. The circumstances weren't great, but a lifetime of connections were reestablished. I saw familiar faces of those I see often and those I haven't seen for some time. Even many faces that were new to me. I was asked to pass on salaams from so many people; I even can't remember how many.
I was so pleased with the family response. And with the support I got to be there; thanks Zahra:) It is tiring, but so much easier not being in it alone. Alhamdolillah, dad has come through with flying colors and in a few weeks he'll feel like he has a new lease on life.
Last night, he came home after 11 nights in the hospital. He came home to a full house of sons, daughters and grandkids. Looking around and taking it in, dad took my hand and cried some tears of joy and told me how he's so happy and he wants our family to continue together for generations to come. I absorbed what I can only guess is a fraction of the perspective he was sharing. It was a beautiful moment.
It's sometimes challenging being an adult and having parents. My dad did something right for a long time though. I had this unconscious desire (probably instilled over a long time) to be around and help however I could. Strong enough that I believe it's Zahra's desire too. It's got me thinking about what I have to do to have the same thing many years from now. I want to be able to look around years from now and be surrounded by my people. Minus the heart surgery:P
At 74, dad is still teaching me.
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