Maybe it's a coincidence. Maybe it's a signal from above that I have to remain by his side.

Dearie told me that his dad is in hospital and will be having a cholecystectomy this morning. His dad has had a bout of cholecystitis as a result from gallstones, and I'm pleased that he has agreed to heed the doctor's and my advice to go ahead with the operation.

Dearie's worried even though it isn't a very major operation. And I cannot bear to shunt myself away from him during this period. It just isn't right.

I hope the surgery will go smoothly. Dearie will be spending the entire night in the hospital with his Dad tomorrow. Shall be there for him whenever he needs me.