I came home from our children’s program yesterday to find out that my dad had a “mild” heart attack. Mild is relative when it’s your heart. It still required a trip to the hospital, in an ambulance, and two surgeries (so far). He never lost consciousness and I got a chance to talk to him before I went to bed last night. I called my mom to check in, and he answered the phone. I was completely flabbergasted at hearing his voice.
When I put up Facebook and Twitter updates letting my friends know what was going on. I realized how many of my friends and acquaintances have already lost their dads. I’m happy I woke up this morning with the knowledge that my dad is still alive and with us. That we get to keep him for a little bit longer.