Thursday morning, I got one of those calls you never want to get.  I saw on the caller ID that it was my Mom's cell phone, and in Colorado, it would have only been 6:30am. She told me my Dad had been taken to the hospital - he had had a heart attack. He was in surgery at that moment.

I admit, the phone call could have been worse. Thank the Lord it wasn't.  My parents are in Colorado.  I'm in South Carolina, 1300 miles away.  I felt helpless.  Afterall, what could I do realistically?

I told Mom to keep me updated, and I let her go.  Then I prayed. I was really shaken.  My dad is 85 years old, and I knew that people didn't live forever, but he's my Dad.  He's one of the bedrocks in my life. I think we all have people we feel like that about. 

Luckily, Dad made it out of surgery.  It turns out he had been shocked a couple times in the ambulance on the way to the hospital.  I was so happy that he had been in good hands, both here on earth, and otherwise.  He has just been moved to a regular room, out of the ICU, two days after the attack.

My biggest concern right now is finding the money to buy two tickets to get out to Colorado. I can't wait to see him again. If you read this, any extra prayers are appreciated. :)