Thanks for keeping him in all of your thoughts... that means so much to us.
I just got home from the hospital. Frank is much more conscious now and writing on a notepad. He's still hilarious, writing things such as "there's a tube in my dick it hurts so bad", "I hope I don't talk like 50 cent after this" and "where's my hat?" I had just got him this hat that he really wanted... that was the first night he wore it. Of course he's worried about that of all things.
He also wrote me a letter about how he knows this is God's way of telling him to appreciate me and straighten his life out and be a good dad. That is so sweet, especially coming from someone who is absolutely an atheist. And he was crying from his only good eye (his left eye is swollen shut, but luckily unharmed) and tried to get me to hug him even though it was hard with tubes all over him. He wrote that he knew a guy who was with the shooter, and that he remembered everything after getting shot.
I was hoping he didn't. He said he didn't realize what happened until he spat out a bunch of teeth, and there was a pool of blood in front of him. Cops are looking for the shooter still... I really hope he doesn't get away with this.
It really is a miracle that he's alive. I'm so happy, but it hurts so much to see him in so much pain. He keeps asking for water, but he can't have any for days because of the breathing tube. It's crazy how you realize how much you love someone when they're on the verge of death.