Last Friday, my father had routine surgery to remove his kidney stones but somehow there were complications.
He was taken to Intensive Care Unit in the middle of the night because his blood pressure was dropping so fast.
Once again, we drove all the way to my childhood neighbourhood; to the hospital where my eldest son was born and where we said goodbye to my mom two years ago.
The car ride was sombre and quiet.
It seemed we were lost in our own thoughts.
We visited Dad in the ICU.
His breathing was laboured, and his hands were cold.
It's hard to see someone you love hooked up with tubes and machines.
The good news is that his blood pressure was improving and he was moved out of ICU. The bad news is that he's still in the hospital and undergoing tests.
Dad wants to go home.
Unfortunately, he'll stay at the hospital for the rest of the week.
And I feel so guilty that I cannot visit him daily.
I hope and pray that everything will be fine and he has a speedy recovery.