This weekend has been a testament to the faith that my family has.

On Friday, I had become frustrated at the pettiest of things because I was doubtful of my father’s care.

We had gone to visit my dad in the Nursing Home. Like any other weekend.

He did not want to eat, but that has been the norm the past few weeks.

However, as I settled in for the night around 11:00 PM, I got a call from my mom.

She only calls that late when something is wrong.

She explains that my father had fallen ill at the nursing home and was taken to the hospital.

She wanted me to go without her. Without question, I said that I would be ready when she was.

We headed to the Hospital’s Emergency Department. It is around Midnight Sunday.

Waiting to go to bedside amongst a full waiting room, I was the best I could be.

Eventually we were called back to the room where my dad is.

We wait . Tests are given We continue to wait for the Doctor and the course of action.

Around 4:00 AM, after asking for the Doctor, he states that he should stay for additional testing.

It is now 4:30 AM. We decided to head to our houses to get some sleep.

Both of us waking up a few hours later, we return to the hospital to find him in the same place he was in earlier.

Seeing that he is still resting, we learn that he was waiting for a room.

I was in the same position about a decade ago as he was.

We again go home. By day’s end, he is out of the Emergency Department and to hallway where I was held during my stay to provide stability until more comprehensive care can be given.

Today, we learned that there would be a cost involved with keeping his bed at  the nursing home.

We also learned that he would be in the hospital for a few days as there are serious issues that need to be addressed.

Our plans for the day had been cancelled, sometimes it is the little things that happen for a reason.

We had to make the decision to relinquish the bed. We go to the nursing home to get his possessions. We realize that is not where he needed to be.

Today, we seen him, and he was given a host of testing.

Sometimes it is evident that God closes doors and opens new ones for a reason.

We are beginning to receive some guidance towards a better direction.

We again left the hospital. I need to grab some trash bags on the way home. My mother also needs some things. We went to Walmart.

When getting the trash bags, I start to become frustrated about things and realize that I had not eaten in some time and that the best course of action was to get what was needed and head for the exit.

Getting in line, we realize that we had got in line in front of another customer.

They see that we only have a few things. They kindly let us go ahead of them.

We say, “Thank You” and get checked out.

God sometimes works in mysterious ways.

As we get in the car and head for home, Tears start to fly from my face.

It has been a long weekend and I hate seeing my father the way that he has been.

My mother assures me that she will never allow things to get as they have been again and that as we always do, we will get through it.

It takes patience and having faith. One that was never my strong suit the other is something that I am learning to have.

Eventually, I got home. I eat, nap, wake up and have a shower.

I know that I must take this evening to take care for me so I can do my best this week to keep my mental well-being in check.

Even if it takes being patient and having the faith,