My Daddy

OK so I know that I've posted several things about my wonderful dad, but I just can't help myself. On the very same day that I found out I was pregnant, my dad had a heart attack. In fact is was about 2 minutes after I called to tell them the news. For 3 weeks now I've been denying that the whole thing happend. I didn't want to even think or talk about it. I was in such a denial phase that I didn't even call home to check on him.

Today my dad called me because he was worried about me. I immediately started to cry and broke down. The whole ordeal was so terrifying. However, he did have several little miracles. First of all, my parents live in the middle of no where. So the closest ambulance was 30 minutes away. On the 911 call my mom was making a young EMT that lived a mile away heard the call over the radio. He was not scheduled to work that day, but got in his car and went to help my dad. If it wasn't for him, the ambulance would have been too late and he most likely wouldn't have made it.

Dad went straight into surgery but the dr.'s found no injury to his heart. They only cleared 2 veins. Dad was only in the hospital for about 2 days. He revovered so quickly and had no problems with anything else. He did decide that he would stop working so much and pay attention to his diet more. So he now works half days (he should be retired...but refuses). So really I have a lot to be thankful for. My dad is rock. In the past 2 years he has fought and won against cancer and now he survived a heartattack.

But each time he's in the hospital I get pushed more and more into denyal. I guess this post is just so I can admit that my dad is getting old, and that I better start preparing myself for when that aweful day does finally arrive. I just can't stand to think that. I love you daddy.