dad

i only ever get phone calls at work for one reason, and it isn’t good. my sister called today to tell me that my father had a heart attack, he’s seventy four years old. he went to the emergency room in the middle of the night complaining that his arms hurt and he was short of breath. he was having health problems a few months ago, had an echocardigram, a muga scan and some labs done, nothing showed up. three months later he’s had a heart attack, as heart attacks go, this was considered a mild one. i called the hospital and dad picked up the phone, i managed a small little daddy before i started crying. true to his personality, my dad immediately handed the phone over to mom. mom deals with the tears and then fills him in on it later, dad has never been ne to handle emotions well. mom calls him a wuss. i left work and headed to the hospital on a total adrenaline rush, all i could think was i have to get there. once there, i had a total adrenaline let down and was physically, emotionally and mentally exhausted. he didn’t look good he was pale, short of breath and easily fatigued. it’s so hard to see your father, the strongest man on earth, getting older.

before i left work i sent out text messages to all my friends, i needed prayers, thoghts, vibes, whatever they could do. i immediately got eight responses, much more than i expected given it was the middle of the work day.

positvity for today. i am so grateful to have so many wonderful, loving friends. the support and the love sent my way helps carry me through.