times like these

Dad is home from the hospital and doing pretty well. Still unsure of therapy and preventing a recurrence but praying hard and think he pushed for the right decision about the trip but I must admit it's been hard to concentrate on enjoying very much of it. I've tried but my mind continues to drift back to him. I've been calling about 3 times a day. It makes me feel better at least and hopefully it's helping him know how much I wish I was there sitting and talking and making sure he's okay.