I just found out that my dad took a big fall today. I don't know many details yet, but I was able to talk to my mom briefly as they were on their way home from the hospital. She said that he cracked three ribs clear through, but they aren't poking into his lungs or anything (thank goodness!) and that his ankle is badly sprained. He's hurting, and I'm sure bruised all over.
I hurt inside for him. And for my mom.
But I'm so grateful it wasn't worse. I don't know how long it will take him to recover. I love my daddy so much. He is a hard working, caring, righteous man, and I'm so lucky he's my father.
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