My Dad’s Journey
Today I arrived in JFK international airport. I flew on a Boeing 737 on Delta Airlines from Denver Colorado where I live. The flight took three hours and forty minutes. When I landed my nephew Stephen was there to pick me up. We grabbed a lunch at Coastal Kitchen in Bayshore and afterwards he dropped me off at South Side Hospital where my dad was awaiting his heart surgery. The surgery takes place tomorrow in the morning. He was admitted earlier today for prep and last minute tests. He seems to be doing alright. He is definitely nervous and since he acquired an infection years ago he is ultra paranoid about germs. I suppose this is all understandable; especially considering he is eighty-three years old and less than twenty four hours away from heart surgery. Frankly speaking I’m not sure I would not be freaking out myself. It’s one of those life occasions that you really don’t know how you will react until it is truly happening to you. My mom was there and my sister Lisa. Lisa has bee