Yesterday I watched video clips of my Dad’s heart regaining blood flow after a heart attack. It was surreal, and eye-opening.
And although my Dad is okay, and he is going to be okay, this whole experience has further opened my eyes to how precious life is. And how quickly things can happen. I was having breakfast with him on President’s Day, and five days later I get a call that he is in the emergency room.
When you are younger, you never think of your parents as anything less that invincible heroes that have no kryptonite. Over my 24 years, I have watched my Dad fix everything. When anything was broken, I called my Dad. I skinned my knee on the concrete? Dad had a band-aid at the ready. My car broke down? My Dad was there waiting as the tow-truck pulled in and he fixed it without a second word. My heart was broken? My Dad held me until I ran out of tears.
This weekend I watched my hero turn into a human. I have never taken my Dad for granted a day in my life, and I never will. He is literally the strongest person I have ever met, and I am so lucky to have him as my Dad.
P.S. (My wise words for the day) – Any time you feel “I love you” pulling at your lips, just say it. Don’t miss a chance to tell someone you love them. Seriously. Just don’t hold it in.