The week before my husband was supposed to come home... and I am on my way back from SD getting diagnosed with H1N1...

I get a phone call.

My 76 year old father fell off a scaffold. 6-7 feet in the air. Working on siding on a rental property he has with my sister.

Luckily the neighbor saw him and his co-worker fall off the scaffold and called 911. The ambulance took his co-worker... but my father refused to go! He hit his head, but said he was "fine".

He picked up all the scaffolding and put it away. Then he went home. He was sore for a few days!!

Thank God he's alright.

It's my mom and dad that I get this attitude of "shake it off and move on". My mom actually just says..."Go in the shower and cry it all out and then move on." and my dad is more of the "Whatever. It is what it is. Do what you can and move on."

My husband was almost home.... I was getting some info for his mediation.... my SD had H1N1 and my dad almost really got himself hurt badly!

I have been very blessed. Everything is okay now. But I have been breaking down a lot lately. Just trying to keep it all together!