Today’s post is taking a break from my usual chatter, to something a little more personal. Have you ever noticed its the little things in life that make all the difference?
Let me rewind the clock 24 hours and start from the beginning…
Yesterday started like any other day. I managed to squeeze in a very quick post (which always makes me happy). It was Friday! Undoubtedly the best day of the week for me, and it was always awesome.
But then I got a txt from my mum and the day completely turned around. ‘Dad is in the hospital, an ambulance took him there’. Immediately panic sets in and my mind races, ‘what happened? Was he alone?’. At the same time, I’ve been waiting for this news for a little while now. My dear Daddy, he is retired but has never worked harder. Not one to just sit and waste time, he started his own business and hasn’t stopped since. Life and age has taken its toll, and his health after all these years is finally saying ‘hey!’.
I dropped everything, bundled up my daughter into the car, and drove to the hospital as fast as I could. I fought back emotion, and did a pretty bad job of it, but was happy to see he was smiling and joking. That’s my Dad. On the inside, things are looking serious, on the outside my Dad is a rock.
And this is the moment where we sit and wait together. I’m immediately calm, because he is. I think about how lucky I am. My Dad is the coolest guy I know. Forever helping people simply because he believes it’s the right thing to do, forever the rock of the family, there isn’t anything he can’t solve or fix. He’s like Bob the Builder. Can we fix it? You better bet you left testicle he can!
His business is completely selfless. He often charged only the bare minimum, ‘what do I need all this extra money for anyways?’, he would say. He even charged half price to anyone over 70, and absolutely nothing to anyone over 75. It was completely free. In today’s world, you don’t see that anymore! This is the guy who turned an old trampoline and water tower into a two storey mega-fort for my brother and I, complete with a submarine-looking floor hatch. My brother and I used to sleep up there, the only way anyone could reach us was with a ladder against the side. I feel simply blessed to have the Dad that I do. He is an amazing person. He truly is.
So as you can imagine, the rest of the afternoon was a complete downer. My wonderful husband left work early, picked up the kids from school and brought them to see him. My Mum came. I called my brother. Things were emotional. It was hard. At the end of the day we all slowly left, said our (unknown) goodbyes till tomorrow, and just waited patiently for word on what’s next.
On the way home My Hero aka my husband asked if there was anything he could do. Was there anything I wanted from the store? He was going to get ice cream and some things for the kids to lighten the mood. Not really in the moment, I casually mention he could buy me the latest Marie Claire magazine. I could do with a distraction. Plus, It had my model crush, Miranda Kerr on the cover. As he jumped out of the car I said ‘I think they’re giving away nail polishes with the magazine, if you can, get me the red one please’.
He stuck his head back in the car and said for the millionth time that day ‘I love you honey. It will be ok, I promise’.
At home I went straight to my room. I was tired. I was emotional. It was a shit day. I didn’t want to have to think or do anything. My husband walked in with shopping bags full of lollies and junk food. My hero. It was Friday, and frankly we all needed something to get our minds off the present.
He hands me my magazine, and gives me a sad look, ‘I’m so sorry honey, they didn’t have any nail polishes’… Before I could say its ok, I honestly didn’t care, he reaches into the bag and says ‘… So I went out and bought you this…’.
He handed me a bottle of red nail polish.
And right then and there I knew no matter what happens, it’s going to be ok. I am blessed to have two of the greatest men in my life. As I said, it’s the little things…
PS – I love you Dad