Thank you, Lidian dear.
Mom took Dad into the hospital yesterday, and they were short on beds, and asked if he'd mind going back home for the night. So she's driving him in AGAIN this morning, and will find out what time his surgery is slated for today.
I was fine saying "goodbye" to him yesterday until I started driving away from the house. Looking at him standing there, I couldn't help but think, "I may never see you again!" And started bawling my eyes out.
I'm NOT looking forward to waiting for the surgeon to emerge from the op room today. That sick feeling in the stomach...