6 months ago today

i was on my way to the hosptial, probably about this exact time (11:23am) i was walking into my dads room, a new room after the second transplant, saying hi to his nurse, and looking around trying to figure out what was different and being jazzed that he was no longer on dialysis. yesterday was 6 months that he has had his new liver. it's weird to think that it was only 6 months ago we were not sure if he was going to live. there was a night during the week of not being sure he would make it when my roommate made me dinner and our friends and their dog came over and i still remember coming up the stairs and opening the door and there was dinner and a dog. my friend looked at me like he had no idea what to say, but that he was there. that moment and that night are etched in my mind. like so many of the emails, phone calls, text messages and cards and meals that poured in. i'm very blessed in this life and i'm sure i don't remember that enough. thank you all for the support, prayers, happy thoughts, food, hugs, for being the voice on the phone when i couldn't stop crying, thank you for lifting me up and helping me through the hardest time in my life.
i just got off the phone with my dad and he had no idea it had been 6 months. we've all be preoccupied with the hepatitis c stuff and all seemed to forget about other things. so thank you, thank you, thank you.

"If the only prayer you said in your life was 'thank you,' that would suffice". --Meister Eckhart