Over the last few days I've not been able to concentrate on painting at all. I've tried to paint, but nothing works out the way I want. But then that is what happens when we are worrying about someone we love.
My father was admitted to hospital on Tuesday with heart failure, his heart beat is irregular and jumps between 70 bpm and 134 bpm and all this makes him very tired and weak. The doctors are running several tests and he is receiving treatment. He should be able to come home in a few days time. We don't always realise just how much our parents really mean to us until something happens to them. We go through each day just knowing that they are there, we can call them or go see them anytime. But do we?