Thank you so much for your prayers, my father is doing well. The surgery was a little longer and a bit more intricate than thought, but Pop is doing well. I was able to speak with him last night and he sounded groggie, but good. His recovery fully initiated as he begged both the pre and post op nurses for coffee. He was successful only with the post op nurse, and that was after he handled his ice chips well.
Well it’s clear that this nut didn’t fall too far from the java bean tree… 
I was reassurred of his recovery this morning, as he was pimping his morning nurse for, “Real food…I wouldn’t feed this food to my worst enemy.” Grandma Karl would have been proud of her son, that he did use his manners as he closed his request with, “Thank you love, sorry I’m being grumpy.”
Thank you, for your prayers covered my father! God sends His saints to be His hands and feet. Yesterday was no exception. My dear friend for the past twenty, cough, cough…) years, Rocco (yes, he’s Italian), is a surgeon in New Jersey. He saw my Facebook status and the next thing I know, my sister emails me that Rocco found Deb and Mary to say Pop looked good in the recovery room.
It meant so much to Pop that Rock came to check on him in the recovery room…me too.
I wrote my thanks to Rocco last night that it’s, “Good to have friends in high places!”
(Rocco and I at our high school graduation.)
and a God who treds in the high places!
He who forms the mountains,
creates the wind,
and reveals his thoughts to man,
he who turns dawn to darkness,
and treads the high places of the earth—
the LORD God Almighty is his name.
Amos 4:13 (New International Version)
Thank you so much for the prayers, and I ask if you would please continue them! 
I like to know what the people I pray for look like, (part of my charm), here’s my cute Pop:
