Kellisa
finally went a year without brain surgery. However, her seizures took a turn
for the worse. Kellisa spent five days in the hospital paralyzed after one
seizure. The neurologist had no choice but to max out Kellisa’s medications to
get the seizures under control. She continued to have seizures, just less
frequent and severe with paralysis usually lasting less than an hour.
My dad
wasn’t known for sharing his feelings. He kept them inside due to a rough
childhood without a father. His father showed up unexpected to say “Goodbye” as
my dad left for a tour in Vietnam, just in case my dad didn’t make it home
alive. This was the last time my dad would see his father and I would never
know my paternal grandfather.
My dad
learned early and often how to keep his feelings from others. I can only
remember him telling me that he loved me once and that was while he was hugging
me right after Everett passed away. He whispered those three words into my ear.
This would be the first of only three times I ever saw my dad cry. The second
would be when my mom joined Everett 8 years later. The third was earlier in the
day when he realized we lost Kirsten.
