Monday, April 7, 2008
My Dad, My Hero
My Dad is my hero this week. Well, most weeks. But last Friday he got in his car and drove to Houston to be with me in my hour of need. I hit rock bottom on the Lupus front and have been trying to recover ever since. He called Friday morning, I cried because of the state I have been living in for weeks, and he was on his way. He is my hero, giving up his other responsibilities to come here and take care of me. He has been here for 3 days and doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon. He will stay until I feel better. He is cooking, cleaning and fixing all sorts of things around the house, driving me to work everyday and helping me with my laundry. I really do have the best dad ever. You shouldn't try to compete.