Life is too short. My father had a heart attack. He is recovering wonderfully – darned heart stopped on the table, but he was too stubborn to let go

The stoic German actually called me his darling. I was blown away.
I want to open a restaurant. It has been my (our – my father and I) dream from when I was a little girl. He remembered the signs I made for his special grilled burgers, and the marinades we used to throw together…. I am working on a business plan. It has been the one thing in my life that I have always been sure about, but kept putting it off for “practical” reasons. I am tired of practical. I say, the Awesome Pawsome Cafe should become a reality!
I have been traveling back and forth, my brain is foggy!
I was able to take care of him. As well as the neighbors I grew up with – Mrs. F taught me how to cook, and now Dr. F (former chief pathologist) is in a wheelchair. I felt selfish – but I was able to give back to a family that taught me so much…. I wish I could caretake full time but it is too far from home.
Isn’t it amazing how we can become attached to, and trust, a group of people we have never met? Thank you for allowing me to disclose and ask for support, in addition to supporting fellow cheftalkers…..
Cheers! Stevie