My dad has knee replacement surgery tomorrow. He's been cleared for surgery by his cardiologist, but just knowing you have to be cleared makes you nervous. I just have a nervous feeling in general. I cried really bad when we drove away from their house yesterday. Just knowing that if I don’t make it back out there today and something happens, that might be my last hug. He will be taken back at 7:30 in the morning for them to monitor his heart before the surgery, so I probably won’t see him since I doubt I will get up there that early. I know, though, that unless it is his day, already written in stone, he will be fine, and if it is his day, it is right and I have to focus on that.
Around 1942, school picture 1952 in the Air Force in Denver