"Daddy Fell Off the Roof"

So last Wednesday, my Pa fell off the roof.

Wham called me while I was at work. She needs to learn how to deliver news. Instead of prefacing her statement with, "Dad's fine, but..." she just says, "Daddy fell off the roof." Then she paused. So I freaked and started to cry. THEN she says, "He's fine! I drove him to the hospital... We're waiting to be seen... Can you go home and feed the boys and make sure Alex does his homework?"

So my Dad was working on the roof, putting black paper on the outside of the new dormer window for his room so that he could put up the stone, when he slipped off the roof. Greg was handing out tools through the window to him and said that one second Dad was there, and the next he was gone. Greg said that when he realized Dad wasn't there anymore, he flew downstairs and thought he got there before Dad did. Greg claims that the fall wasn't that far... It was a story and a half. I guess Dad landed on his back - he must have just missed the bush and random stone pavers out front.

Mom took him to St Mary's Hospital in Troy, and he was admitted to the sixth floor. He had broken a vertebrae in his back and his ankle. I visited him on Thursday night... He looked so odd in that hospital bed. It was very wrong that my dad was laying there. He was discharged Friday morning, in time to go to David's Eagle Scout Ceremony that night.

My poor dad... He's hobbling around and in A LOT of pain... It's hard to walk on crutches in general, but then throw in the fact that you've got a broken back... :(