Dearest Reader,
This week my dad had a stroke.
You know how you go through day to day and eventually by the age of 28 and
three quarters you have certain feelings and emotions that fit who you are.
Then something happens like you dad having a stroke, it is kind of like having
a whole pizza in front of you, you see it all and think you know it all, then
BOOM there’s a whole other piece of pizza and it’s not even the same flavour!!
When I heard that dad had a stroke and in an ambulance headed to the hospital, things stopped for a little bit.
When something happens to me that is dramatic or needs processing I go through PTS or ‘Post Traumatic Stress’. I really wish it was more instant, but the fact is I process everything. I need to know if what I am feeling is real and if I should be feeling more or less, or if what I was told could possibly be incorrect. So after sitting for a while and getting a little more information I realize, this is happening. So here comes the piece of pizza that pops out of nowhere, a whole new level of fear.
Dad is doing well now. There are a whole bunch of tests and more observation that he needs to undergo, but our hopes are high with good reason.
How do you know that you are a good child to your parents, good sibling to you siblings, or a good friend to your friends?
Each individual in my family is incredible. I could go on with accolades for each one. But my parents are a new level of awesome. Of course we are the pretty typical child and parent relationship. As a child I worshiped them, as a teen they totally ‘cramped my style and ruined my life’, now as an adult and parent myself there’s a different and real respect and appreciation.
The reality is dad gave up his life for us. He wasn’t a part of sports clubs, or any sort of extracurricular activity. His life has literally been work to support us for decades, if that isn’t a one way ticket to godhood I don’t know what is. Gentle, understated and persistent, this is the recipe of a man who has encouraged complete respect and admiration from all of his family. He is excellent! If you know him you’re lucky, if you don’t know my dad you are missing out.
Joanna Collett
When I heard that dad had a stroke and in an ambulance headed to the hospital, things stopped for a little bit.
When something happens to me that is dramatic or needs processing I go through PTS or ‘Post Traumatic Stress’. I really wish it was more instant, but the fact is I process everything. I need to know if what I am feeling is real and if I should be feeling more or less, or if what I was told could possibly be incorrect. So after sitting for a while and getting a little more information I realize, this is happening. So here comes the piece of pizza that pops out of nowhere, a whole new level of fear.
Dad is doing well now. There are a whole bunch of tests and more observation that he needs to undergo, but our hopes are high with good reason.
How do you know that you are a good child to your parents, good sibling to you siblings, or a good friend to your friends?
Each individual in my family is incredible. I could go on with accolades for each one. But my parents are a new level of awesome. Of course we are the pretty typical child and parent relationship. As a child I worshiped them, as a teen they totally ‘cramped my style and ruined my life’, now as an adult and parent myself there’s a different and real respect and appreciation.
The reality is dad gave up his life for us. He wasn’t a part of sports clubs, or any sort of extracurricular activity. His life has literally been work to support us for decades, if that isn’t a one way ticket to godhood I don’t know what is. Gentle, understated and persistent, this is the recipe of a man who has encouraged complete respect and admiration from all of his family. He is excellent! If you know him you’re lucky, if you don’t know my dad you are missing out.
Joanna Collett
