I just saw my dad for the first time in 13 months. we spent only 15 hours together (over 1.5 days) but we talked the whole time, I love him and worry about him and worry about my family (individual members, and family as a Whole) a lotttttttttttttttttttttttt. but I'd much rather see them and worry than not hear a thing.

now I am worried about massive floods in the Philippines, on top of other things. but I love my family, and still look up to my father like crazy.