November 29th, 2008

Today my Mom called me during my last hour class. I knew this had to be an emergency because she never calls me during school. Her tone of voice was different than usual, she sounded extremely worried. Once I answered the phone, my mom did not even take the time to say hi. She was crying and was absolutely hysterical. She told me my Dad wasn't doing very well, she thought he had a stroke and was taking him to St. Mary's Hospital in Grand Junction. The conversation ended quickly as I prepared to leave the school and drive to Grand Junction. I had the office supply a last minuet substitute and I left the school. I really appreciated how the entire staff was very understanding. Being a teacher in this district, it is hard to finding a last minute replacement.

During the drive to St. Mary's I thought of the healthy man that my dad had always been. He had been a state trooper for twenty-nine years. He was also a respected man in the community. My dad enjoyed being outside and fishing during his free time. I remembered a specific outing during my childhood when my dad and I went fishing by ourselves. It was usually a family trip but this time was special. We had the chance to go by ourselves. I got lost thinking about my father and I and arrived in Grand Junction faster then I though I would. I got to the hospital scarred and worried for my dad.