Today I met up with my Dad who was up for a visit from the Caribbean. I love my father. He's awesome. I could talk about him forever. He needs his own blog. That's how epically awesome he is.
Over some iced coffee and creme brulee that he's not supposed to have (hello heart attack), we spoke about stroke. I often forget that he also had a stroke...and a heart attack at the same time in 2001. We made fun of memory loss and other things that happened to us. That was the first time we had spoken about his stroke and mine. I felt a new level of closeness between us. It's awesome that we can share experiences, even the bad ones.
I love my Daddy.