I will write now, because I was so overwhelmed earlier. String of events. bio-dad, calls 3x in 5 minutes last Wednesday morning. "Come quick, something is really wrong, get here as fast as you can" This is not something any of us ever wants to hear. "Dad, what's wrong" as DH and I stop everything we are doing and hold still. Side note: he is as healthy as a racehorse always and never sick a day in his life (83 years young). He hangs up, not answering, I call younger sister in downtown and tell her we are headed out, we literally run through the house closing it up and throwing our bags together. 90 minutes at best, with no traffic and in car pool lane to get out to Palm Desert. As we roll into his development and round the bend, the full paramedic strike team is in front of his house. Yes, I leap out of the car and ran to get information from one of the fire guys as the ambulance was already rolling with someone in it. Let sister know, "dad is being taken by paramedics to hospital" here's the clincher, his wife ( who we adore) had a major spine surgery and was only out of hospital a few days, she is up, nerves on end, not suppose to be out of bed, thank God for DH, he's a rock for her, throws me the car keys, and I high tail it behind the fire dept. unit. Fast forward, taking care of folks, her recovery, his recovery, slow but sure, three of us tag teaming but sister has to return to work. Find out dad just about overdosed his wife on pain meds, ok, we take over all of THAT. And his recovery as well. It will be long, it will be slow, but at least they have us here, as we cook, shop, clean, reassure, drive, all those things that they have always done without help. We have sit down chat about future help in their house ( which is truly a massive space) and such. Thank goodness they are open to it. Son calls, rushing his future wife to hospital, clot probably in leg, etc etc, And she is an active healthy lifestyle person as well, but had a blood clot previously. We say, ok, that's three, no more, please please please. Dad, step-mom, future DIL. This is why I missed lessons and have been AWOL. Pro knows my folks, called with concern, I couldn't even talk, which is not like me. When your parent says a sentence or two, that you know they have never uttered in your lifetime, you know something drastic is very wrong. I realize this is a long post, but I have to let this out somewhere and I appreciate the DF pals, always.