Taking Care of the Everyday

Did you ever look into someone's eyes and see another person? Even for a fleeting moment? An expression, or a grimace, or even a smile?

The reason that I ask this is that this morning, I was talking to Cassidy, and I looked, really looked at her eyes, there was my father. He was staring back at me, her eyes are the same color, and at that very moment, it looked as if he was looking at me. It gave me the chills. It also gave me a little jolt of sadness. It scared the holy higinks out of me, but I worked through it.

You see, Cassidy came home sick yesterday, from school. She had a cough on and off from a couple of weeks before Christmas. It returned a little in the morning yesterday, but she looked and was acting fine, begging to go to school. I sent her. At 1145, I got the call from the nurse. I had called in the morning to let the nurse know that she might have an issue, and not to hesitate to call. When I picked her up, the poor thing was as pasty as biege wall paint. She had big dark circles under her eyes, and was running a low grade fever.
I took her home and put her in "comfy" clothes and put her in my bed. There is a tv in the room and she could stretch out to be warm and comfy. She fell asleep a couple of times, and didn't eat anything. I wasn't concerned about the not eating thing, but I kept nagging her to drink the bottle of water that I gave her. On his way home, Scott picked up ginger ale for her, to make her "comfortable." That was her word for it, she wanted the small bottles, a six pack, to make her more comfortable. I was happy that she wanted some sort of liquid. Scott was delayed at work, so I had to take Daniel to basketball, and leave Patrick home with her. It was a matter of a 1/2 hour delay, so he was up to handling it, otherwise, I would have had to drop Daniel and go back. I prefer to stay, it makes me feel uncomfortable when I have to leave him alone at an activity.
This morning, Cassidy is still pale, but she is acting better, and her fever seems to have subsided. She is going to the doctor at 1130, hopefully for the last time this winter. I feel like we made a carpayment for the doc this winter, with everyone going so much.
So that is my story, I saw my father this morning, why, I don't know, but hopefully to let me know that he is there, watching over his little one. It really is too bad that he didn't get to meet her, he would have spoiled her rotten. I do miss him terribly.