PBJ Again

This past weekend was a three day weekend for me, my husband, and our high school son.  We spent Friday catching up on some things (including this blog).  And I took a couple of hours to go to my dad's apartment and sit and chat.  This does not happen as often as I'd like so I wanted to take advantage of a day off work to spend some much needed time with him and give him his late birthday gift.  And my husband spent a couple hours with his parents as well on Friday.   All three 80-something parents were doing well.

Saturday the high schooler was busy all day with previous commitments.  The daughter was going on a school sponsored bus trip with one of her roommates.  My hubby and I were heading down to West Virginia to see the college football player's game thinking it would be an enjoyable day.  The parents and kids were all good.  The leaves along the way were beautiful.  We were bringing college son home for a couple days for fall break.   Life was good and we were ready to spend a relaxing day together.

And then I got a text.  Apparently a few hours after I left my dad, he started coughing and couldn't stop.  So early Saturday morning, my brother took Dad to the ER.  They were still running tests but the cough had subsided a bit. He seemed to be doing well, he was in the hospital where all his "ologists" are on staff: cardiologist, nephrologist, oncologist, etc.  And not much I could do at that point while I was traveling in the opposite direction.

So on we went, looking forward to a fun afternoon of football.  Then my husband's phone rang.  His sister. This was not going to be good.  His dad had hurt his leg and was in the ER.  They were still running tests to see what was wrong and what the game plan would be.  Again, nothing we could do at that point except tell her to keep in touch.

On we went, wanting updates but not really wanting to hear from any other relatives.  At this point I was beginning to worry about things happening in threes.

Really the rest of the day was blissfully uneventful and not much to write about.  EXCEPT our freshman son got in for two series and his team won!  He has worked really hard and loves football.  Seeing him so happy and doing what he loves makes us happy.    

Several days later  the college son is back to school after break and both dads are out of the hospital.  My dad is back at his apartment.  My father in law is in rehab getting physical therapy for his leg.  And once again life in the sandwich  is good, sometimes a bit too interesting but always good.