The call came at 12:38 a.m.
It couldn't be good.
It wasn't.
Jeff talked. I listened to him to talk.
He hung up.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Your father...911...heart attack...hospital."
We began to pray.
My mind wandered back a week, back to Houston.
I remembered kissing my dad on the cheek and saying "good-bye" three days ago.
Today, he's lying in an ICU bed, intubated, with IVs in both arms.
We've since learned it was arrhythmia, not a heart attack that caused his collapse.
We'll know the rest when he's extubated, a couple of days from now.
It's going to be a long 48 hours.
Dee ~ your Dad and your family are in our prayers! Hugs to you! <3 Adrien
ReplyDeleteHope your dad is ok! Only one sick person in the family at a time!
ReplyDeleteI am praying for your dad, you, and your whole family.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry Deneitra.
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