Powerless is…
being out of town for a convention, coming to your room after lunch and finding a voicemail message from your wife (whom you spoke with at 7am) telling you that she’s rushing your son to the hospital. No idea what time she called, no way to reach anyone else, just a constant ache from not being able to BE there to help…
in the end, it turned out to be an asthma attack brought on by some viral infection. I sure wasn’t expecting it regardless of the fact that it runs in the family (oblivious, niave, or hopeful… pick one)
she posted about it here: http://ladyofthe-lake.livejournal.com/303041.html
Anyhow, he’s okay now and today was a better day for everyone. And exactly 48 hours from now, they’ll all be in my arms again.