This is a sappy post,and not filled with conflict. lol. I just got back from Orlando. I flew down from Asheville on Friday. I was so excited. I was off of oxygen for a couple days and my doctor said go. I could not wait to see my son.
The last time I saw him I was sick as a dog and heading to the hospital. All the unknowns from Covid , I quietly didn't know if he was going to see me alive again.I didn't burden him with those thoughts. I gave him a hug and told him I loved him. The day of my discharge his flight departed Asheville at 3 or 4 PM the same time the nurses said, you're going home today. The funny thing is we live about an hour west of Asheville and my wife drops our son off and she gets home and I call her and say ,hey I am being discharged. She was like reall.y? I said really, really.
I get on the Allegiant A320 at 7:30 AM and I am just happy, really happy . It was a kind of joy that I have not had in a while and I notice 3 other UCF fans too which kind of cool. The pilot safely gets us to Sanford and I get my rental car and head to visit my boy. I pick him around 11 and I give him a huge hug and it was just great.
While I don't agree with what my wife did but she did prepare him for the worse outcome. My son within a 3 week period experienced two events where his dad had the very real potential of dieing. The first was when I swam after my boat for over 2.5 hours in the ocean and the other I was hospitalized for covid pneumonia. So, seeing him and spending the weekend together was just gold.
I had a chance to reflect this weekend about the last month, the events I experienced and how thankful I am for coming out on top when those events could have had another outcome. I thought about the debates here and other forums I am a member of and while it's fun at times ,I realized it's also divisive . We only live once and some of us like SCKnight have had it end too soon. I am thankful for all that I have and have gone through too.
I spent the three days away from the WC and similar places and it was refreshing. I focused on my son, the game , spending some time with my brother and watching the MKs. It was blissful in so many ways. I am glad to be alive .
I left my son's apartment around 5 pm or so and headed to Sanford to return my car and get a bite to eat and head back to NC. It reminded me of the day I dropped Cole off at his apartment when he was Freshman. pulling away to head home was a tough nugget for me. Sunday was similar but for different reasons . He is head and shoulders more mature now. so, that wasn't it. It was I realized how much my kids and him means to me and it was a touch of wow, I could have been gone, twice no less , and he would not have a dad in his young life. Sobering and at the same time , it was we had one of the best weekends together and I didn't want it to end.
So, to all who reads this. Give your family a hug. Tell them how much they mean to you and live
.Go out and live ,have an adventure, do your thing and enjoy this life. You only get one. GKCO!
The last time I saw him I was sick as a dog and heading to the hospital. All the unknowns from Covid , I quietly didn't know if he was going to see me alive again.I didn't burden him with those thoughts. I gave him a hug and told him I loved him. The day of my discharge his flight departed Asheville at 3 or 4 PM the same time the nurses said, you're going home today. The funny thing is we live about an hour west of Asheville and my wife drops our son off and she gets home and I call her and say ,hey I am being discharged. She was like reall.y? I said really, really.
I get on the Allegiant A320 at 7:30 AM and I am just happy, really happy . It was a kind of joy that I have not had in a while and I notice 3 other UCF fans too which kind of cool. The pilot safely gets us to Sanford and I get my rental car and head to visit my boy. I pick him around 11 and I give him a huge hug and it was just great.
While I don't agree with what my wife did but she did prepare him for the worse outcome. My son within a 3 week period experienced two events where his dad had the very real potential of dieing. The first was when I swam after my boat for over 2.5 hours in the ocean and the other I was hospitalized for covid pneumonia. So, seeing him and spending the weekend together was just gold.
I had a chance to reflect this weekend about the last month, the events I experienced and how thankful I am for coming out on top when those events could have had another outcome. I thought about the debates here and other forums I am a member of and while it's fun at times ,I realized it's also divisive . We only live once and some of us like SCKnight have had it end too soon. I am thankful for all that I have and have gone through too.
I spent the three days away from the WC and similar places and it was refreshing. I focused on my son, the game , spending some time with my brother and watching the MKs. It was blissful in so many ways. I am glad to be alive .
I left my son's apartment around 5 pm or so and headed to Sanford to return my car and get a bite to eat and head back to NC. It reminded me of the day I dropped Cole off at his apartment when he was Freshman. pulling away to head home was a tough nugget for me. Sunday was similar but for different reasons . He is head and shoulders more mature now. so, that wasn't it. It was I realized how much my kids and him means to me and it was a touch of wow, I could have been gone, twice no less , and he would not have a dad in his young life. Sobering and at the same time , it was we had one of the best weekends together and I didn't want it to end.
So, to all who reads this. Give your family a hug. Tell them how much they mean to you and live
.Go out and live ,have an adventure, do your thing and enjoy this life. You only get one. GKCO!