Ten Years.

“I sat in the emergency room and thought of all the people I knew who had been there, waiting like us. I thought of all the people who made it. I thought of your dad.”

Years ago now, my friend Caitlin recounted the emergency room visit she endured, waiting for news of her dad who was brought in with chest pain. Her dad didn’t make it. Her words often replay in my mind, wishing the story went differently for her and her family.

Ten years ago, I was anxiously awaiting news of my own dad, brought in because he was having a heart attack at the age of 54. I remember all the “what ifs” that ran through my mind. Would I ever be able to wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head in his chest again?

We were lucky that day, ten years ago. My dad made it and there hasn’t been a day that has passed that I haven’t been grateful for all the moments we’ve had with him since, grateful for the doctors who were able to keep him here with us.

I’ve written about this day before:

A Single Tear

A Grateful Heart

9 thoughts on “Ten Years.

  1. So glad that 10 years ago your dad’s story went well. I am touched by the way you start your story this time with Caitlin’s – how the possibility of things going differently still colors your thinking about that day. I am glad that your father’s story continues.

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  2. It’s so easy to take for granted what we have each and every day. It’s moments like this one that remind us all how much those around us mean to us. Your slice is a reminder to all of us to appreciate and celebrate our parents, our kids, our friends, each other. So thankful you’ve got your Dad by your side! xoxo

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  3. I also like how you open with your friend’s message to you. Your piece is about your own experience with your Dad, but you give it a universality, as you honor all those sitting in ER waiting rooms, waiting for a variety of outcomes.

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