The week after the car accident, my father had a cardio-vascular event. My daddy, went to mums emergency department with chest pain. She got mad at him for showing up at her place of work. I gently tried to point out to her that her place of work is the local hospital and to me that presents as a perfectly logical place to go.
He spent a while in hospital, then this week received a thingy to help the blood pass by the partial blockage.
He has made a promise to me that he will lose weight in time for our wedding.
He will be within the normal range. I'm on his case like white on rice.
I love my daddy, and of my family members he is being the nicest and most interested in our wedding, which came as a bit of a shock, but I'm happy at least one of them gives a damn.
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