Nah nah Rasputin

My best friend and I joke that my dad is Rasputin. Well she calls him Rasputin because she has no concept of history. I prefer to call him the Terminator. Because the man is a survivor. I can’t tell you the number of times the doctors have said to say goodbye and he’s inexplicably bounced back. I just think there’s a finite number of times he can beat the odds. And I’m worried this isn’t one of those times.