Standing in a security line at Reagan National before boarding a business flight to Chicago this morning, I retrieved voicemail from my father I’d ignored by some hours. Bad move, that.
Dad was skating his weekly game with the GeriHatricks out in Laurel. Nearing 70, he’s a bit of an elder statesman in the skate, but certainly not the oldest.
It hasn’t been a good year for blueliners in D.C. On the injury front, and Dad,a rearguard, rang me to inform that he’d broken his leg quite near the end of the morning skate. Badly. His tibia and shin bone are fractured cleanly. The good news is that two of Dad’s teammates are still practicing surgeons, and another is an EMT. He got excellent care from them in the locker room before the ambulance arrived. He sounded good when I rang him back this afternoon. He goes to see an orthopedist tomorrow.
Needless to say, going forward, I won’t be treating voicemail from my father, or any other member of my family, as a task to get to just as soon as I’ve fulfilled professional obligations. With one email back to the office I could get out of this trip and in my car and down to Dad in three hours’ time, but he’d have none of that. He was Purple Heart in Vietnam, and on the phone today joking about how he’ll see more playoff puck on TV this spring in his recovery.
We’ll talk about his pans for next season when I get back.
Update (4/6): Firstly, here and elsewhere, especially in social media, I’ve benefited greatly from the well-wishing of the OFB family of readers. It is deeply appreciated. Dad today is in a hard cast from the base of his toes almost up to his hip. In about two weeks’ time he’ll be re-examined and, assuming the healing process is proceeding, transitioned to another, more modest-sized cast. No surgery is envisioned, which is a gigantic relief. Some of his teammates on the bench during the skate claimed they actually heard the break from some 100 feet away. That gives me shivers. But the old dog has his spirits, and watching very winning Capitals’ hockey is surely helping.