Off to Ottawa..Part Two

Remember a few weeks ago, I wrote an entry about going to Ottawa to visit my parents?

Here is a quick recap: my parents went away and I wanted to go give them a big hug upon their safe return as there have been a few trips where I got “the call” (with bad news about my dad and some health related issues).

So I get back on Sunday..post the story, the happy photo, etc. and guess what? FOUR DAYS LATER I GET “THE CALL”.

It starts with a text from my sister ..”did you hear from mom?” (this is code for SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED).

I pick up the phone and sure enough..something has happened.

Ottawa was hit with a big last snowstorm last Wednesday but my mom had oral surgery scheduled that day. So they did the responsible thing and took a taxi. She had the surgery and they got back into a taxi, who decided to take the highway. Unfortunately the taxi hit black ice, spun around, and hit a wall.

The driver was ok, my mom was ok, but my dad broke his hip.

I flew in – flew out (that’s what airline points are for, right?)- he had the surgery successfully…and today I am going to visit them for the weekend and taking our son. My dad is still in the hospital and something tells me he will be in rehab for a long time. The bright side is: it could have been a lot worse.

grrrrr….I hate “the call”.