Phone rang, it was my Mom. I was in a meeting so I didn’t answer it. She left a voicemail. Usually not a good sign.

I called her back and it’s not good news. My Pop (Mom’s Dad) fell and hit his head. I guess he was doing alright after the initial fall, but then things got worse. EMT ended up at their house and rushed him to the hospital.

Internal bleeding in the brain. Not good. Doctors do not recommend operating.

Currently as I write this post I have all four of my grandparents alive. For being 33 that is pretty good. But I knew this day would come. The call. THAT call.

I’m gonna spend some time praying tonight. Praying for a miracle, kinda like the miracle that brought Pop back from the dead 5 years ago.

I’m not confident these prayers will be answered in the way I want. Life here in these bodies is finite, meaning it’s gonna end. We’re all gonna go someday. I just pray Pop can hang in there a little longer. He hasn’t got to meet Sydney yet. I know he’d love on her like he does all his other grandkids. He’s a great Pop to us.

That’s all I’m gonna write for now. We’ll see what happens with Pop. A miracle? I don’t know. Praying for one.