my poor dad

I come home around 2:30 to a ringing phone.  It’s my sister Jean.  My dad fell a couple of days ago, and has been complaining of neck pain since.  My mom calls an ambulance, and my dad is taken back to Falmouth Hospital, a place he recently left.  It turns out he’s broken a bone in his neck.  My dad is now awaiting transport to a hospital in Boston for evaluation.

My heart breaks for my mom.  And my dad too.  Unlike what Dylan Thomas wished for his ailing dad, I wish mine could go gentle into that good night.