It occurred to me this morning that I might have had a chance to talk more with my dad during his first week of his hospitalization. I saw him on the day he was admitted, a Monday, and we chatted but nothing serious or heavy. I didn’t see again till Sunday night after the Real Joe motorcycle tour when I called my mom and found out that he’d had a seizure on Saturday night.
I was really busy with Real Joe that week, launching the site and the message boards, plus planning the tour. But in retrospect, I could have gone to see him. I just thought he’d be fine since he rebounded so quickly from being dehydrated. I don’t think I feel guilty about this. I just find myself wishing that I had visited with him more while he was still lucid. I guess I was too selfish. Like him. Shit.