Looking out the waiting room window, today is a cold,wet,gray kind of day. It is Sunday, and me and dad are at the hospital visiting mom. She is in a state, upset about things, no details, but very upset. I hate seeing her this way, I pray this does not last the whole day. I really do not like hospitals, but here I am, rveryday with pop in tow, coming to see my mom. I love this woman, and want her to get better, and stronger. Emotionally I do not know where I an at, I suppose all over the place, just trying to hold it together. I will get there, I will get there.