One of these days, I'm going to write a book about my dad. Some may wonder why. He's not the CEO of a major company, doesn't have lots of money and wasn't famous. But what he did was amazing. He raised 10 children, and he did it well. That's a lot. He's always "daddy," the one who provided the basics, made us laugh and could scare us with just one look.
He's in the critical care unit at Baptist St. Anthony's today. The diagnosis is congestive heart failure. I'm scared. We're all scared.
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