I woke up Friday morning and said goodbye to my father. A part of me will continue to hope that I will see him when he wakes up from his transplant surgery.

I spent Friday driving home. I cried most of the way home, on and off.

Spent some of Friday evening with Grandma.

I’m finally feeling ‘at home’. I spent most of the first two days at home very disoriented. For me, three weeks away is a very long time. I didn’t expect to feel that way, but I did.

My dad is doing better. I finally feel ok being home, not completely beseiged with guilt.

We’ll see what the next few weeks bring.