What was the most difficult time of 2011?
It was only supposed to be a routine hernia surgery… then all of a sudden it was chaos. Open heart surgery. The replacement of two valves. Congenital heart defect?!!?
He ended up with a nasty infection. A drainage pump that he had to carry around with him. He looked skinny and sick and I was scared. Scared by the realization that my parents were getting old. Scared that as an only child, losing my parents would mean losing most of the family that I have. Scared that Drew wasn’t going to get the time to spend with his PopPop that he needed… that time that every kid needs with their grandparents… that time for the older generation to impart some of the wisdom that they have gathered throughout the years, onto the youngest generation that will need to know.
I was scared.
But he sailed through it all with the usual good humor, making jokes about having to carry a purse around with his drain pump, talking about how his new heart better make him a scratch golfer. And he survived.
I look at him a little differently though. I know now that time is marching on. That my parents are indeed getting older and that one day, they will be gone. It makes me sad, but also makes me cherish every day, every minute that I get to spend with them. That Drew gets to spend with them.
After all, who else is he going to learn golf from?