a whirlwind weekend. upon arriving home last thursday night at 10pm, i listened to a voice mail from my brother saying that our dad had suffered a major heart attack. my first thought was that he couldn't die without my being there. this is the same man whom i've not seen for 19 years. spoken with by phone and letter, but not seen. my brother and i rushed to his bedside in north carolina while my other siblings stood by via telephone.

fortunately, he's okay. while there, my deep-seeded need for a father figure came bursting through my cool veneer of i'm-a-man-now-i-can-do-it-alone. my father and i haven't had the best relationship, but maybe this is our window of opportunity. here's to God moving in mysterious ways. stay tuned.