On thursday lunch time this week I got a call to from my brother letting me know that he thought my dad was having a heart attack.
The next 10 or so hours are a bit of blur – but by the time my head hit the pillow that night my dad was in recovery following his heart attack and looking like he might be OK.
Thankful is a word that has been buzzing around my head over the last 24 hours or so now. I guess its an odd word to be using when talking about your father having a heart attack. But sitting around in the hospital waiting made me realise just how much we had to be thankful for.