What a difference a month makes. Mom took this photo Saturday June 24th, and it feels a lifetime away. Now that we've gotten so far from it, it seems easier to look at this. As chill as he seems, Dad's here in the ICU with 2 feet of wires in his neck for the Acoustic Pulse Thrombolysis that would use sound and medicine to break up the blood clots that would be blocking his entire left lung, and 60% of his right. We found out he had a 3 and a half foot blood clot in his left leg, that was breaking off at the top, which is where all the clots blocking his lungs were coming from. Any more clots covering his lungs, and we could've lost him, but luckily the staff at Summit were able to step up to the task, even if it was a procedure that'd never been done in that hospital before. Just want to say thank you to them, and anyone that was here for my family during this time, especially our family and friends that reached out to us, or that I got to hang with while Mom and I were trading ICU shifts, so Dad wasn't ever alone. It takes a village to keep from losing your mind sometimes. We're not entirely out of the woods yet, but at least we can see the forest for the trees. Looking at him now, as he's back on his feet and working out everyday like usual, you would've never thought he had to go through this so recently. Thanks for the love and support, y'all. God is good!