Hey Dad!

Hey Dad,

I tried to call today but you didn't answer. I'm assuming it was because you were too busy dancing or galavanting around the hospital. Yeah, mostly that's just wishful thinking. Truth is, Dad, I've been to scared to call. I wasn't prepared for you to be in a car accident, that's probably something we have in common, huh? And since that Friday night, I've been scared to call and hear your voice cause then I'd have to accept the reality of what's going on. Denial is so easy to accept when you're 1,400 miles away. But I'm tired of being scared and admitting my fears to mom was a relief.

So now that the fear is out there, I want to help. I know you're facing an uphill battle with all this physical therapy so I want to team up with you Dad. I figured we could be PT pals via the Internet. I'll post about what I'm doing and hopefully mom or Rich can get you a computer in your hospital room and you can comment.

I love you Dad and I want you to know you don't have to face any of this alone. Even though I'm not nearby you're in my thoughts all day long.

I love you Dad.

Stephanie a.k.a. Daddy's Gil