I was laying in bed with Asher last night — he was long asleep and I was just drifting off.
Tom came in and said, “your dad had a heart attack.”
All I heard was “heart attack” and “dad.”
I thought he said his dad. I immediately sat up, and he handed me the phone, it was my sister. Then it clicked.
My dad. My dad had a heart attack.
He will be in the hospital through the weekend and on Monday they’ll do an angiogram to assess heart damage and then we will go from there.
We’ve been hanging out today, watching baseball and golf. At one point there were 10 of us in his teeny tiny room.
I’ve walked up and down the hall a few times and it makes me sad to see so many patients with no one in their room.
My dad says he’s perfectly fine and if we got things to do or places to be we can go.
The only place I want to be is here with him. ????
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