3 Things I Learned From My Dad’s Heart Attack
“Daddy had a heart attack.”
“Is he dead?” I asked my sister. I don’t know exactly what she said but as it turns out, my father is still very much alive.
I’m writing this post less than five hours later. It could be because we have space to fill or maybe it’s because when you get a call like that, your whole world changes and you have to make sense of some things.
You may remember last year, a scant few months after I officially became “a writer,” and less than two years after I became a mother, my mom passed away – from a heart attack. So jumping to the conclusion that my father died in the same way wasn’t a leap at all; a call from my sis after midnight will have me thinking worst case scenario until proven otherwise.
I was actually up getting last-minute instructions and having a funny quasi-conversation with Rene when my sister called. It put a little bit of life into perspective to say the least.