Abe Vigoda is still alive
Today is Thanksgiving, and I have spent most of it either working or asleep. My mind is a thousand miles away with my ailing father and my heart is broken into pieces.
Today is a day to be thankful, a day to think of the blessings in our lives, be they good health, the people that make our lives better by their mere presence, or the lessons we have learned on our journey thus far.
I am thankful for many things. We have a roof above our heads and food in our bellies, and while we struggle with money from time to time, we have more than others do. All that we can do is be thankful for what we have, while trying to give back a little to those who have less.
I’m thankful for the family I have thousands of miles away in California, I’m thankful for the family I have right here in Minnesota, and I am thankful for the family I have made for myself online. The outpouring of love and support that I have gotten, both here on Tumblr and on Facebook, from both people I have known for years and people I have only recently “met” inside this virtual landscape, has been overwhelming and has truly helped me in ways I fear none of you will ever truly understand.
Whether it’s messages or comments, whether it’s posts or just funny little things sent to me via e-mail or message to keep my preoccupied, it is all appreciated and it has all made an impact on me.
You’re all a bunch of wonderful people and if you’re reading this, I love you and am thankful for you.
My father is still in the ICU. He is still on a ventilator. He is still being restrained and sedated, because every time he is awake and strong enough, he fights to rip off all the cords and wires that are currently attached to his body. My mother describes his general mood (since he cannot speak, due to the ventilator/feeding tube) as “Pissed off.” It hurts to know that he’s in so much pain, it hurts to know that he just wants to take everything that is on/in him off/out and try to go home, but I also know that if he does that, he won’t make it home.
However, he is improving. He is slowly regaining lung function, he is slowly beating the pneumonia that almost took his life. The emphysema is something they will have to deal with once he is back on his feet, but for now, there is hope.
The last few days have been a roller coaster ride of emotions, if you’ll forgive the cliché, and the only thing that has helped me keep my sanity is the love and support of my family. All of them (and you) have helped me through this so far. Every single time I feel like I’m going to break down, someone has been there to help me back up.
Listen, this is really long and gushy and stupid and most of you probably won’t even read it, but if you did, thank you. I don’t know how else to say it.