GB takes a fall

Sunday afternoon my dad and I go to Target to grab a couple of things I need to take with but when we come back tragedy strikes. GB (Gar-Bear or Gary) falls off a ladder and breaks his arm. No one in my family has ever really had a major accident like that so I was pretty scared, seeing my father lying on the ground weeping. Like always though, my dad maintained his humor throughout, responding to the nurse when she asked if he had taken his wedding ring off by saying, "Yes, and my earrings too." Even though he was in a lot of pain he was still cracking jokes. That's my Papa. So he'll take off a few weeks of work. We'll get to spend my last week here together which will be nice although taking care of someone who is injured (on top of my mom who is always sick), is not the funnest thing in the world when you are preparing to leave your current life for a little over two years. I'll deal though...I hope. I've always had a hard time tending to people who are ill. Not sure why but it may be because my mom has been sick for what seems like most of my life. You'd think I'd be a pro but its one of the things I dread the most. I feel pretty helpless.