I’ve been meaning to write this entry ever since I got back from my parents’ house this morning. I don’t know what to say, really. I could state some facts. I could say that my father has been hospitalized for congestive heart failure, and that if he had waited a few more months, I might have been attending a funeral. I could say that I’ve never seen him look thinner, and that I felt scared when I saw him. I could say that I can’t think of anything to say to him that doesn’t involve doctors and that makes me sad.

So until I know what’s going on — no more words.