  I woke up this morning tired and groggy just like everyday and managed to stumble into the shower. I heard the phone ring just as I turned on the water but figured Rachelle could rollover and answer it easier than me making a mad dash out of the bathroom, and a wet mess to clean up. I thought to myself - who would be calling this early? It must be either mom wanting to meet for lunch or something bad has happened. I had that sick feeling that something was wrong and immediately thought of dad. It has been in the back of my mind for two or three years now, that dad is getting older, still smokes and is a big man. Sometimes I wonder how dad gets through life after the loss of his father - it was devastating even for me and I have no idea how I would be able to manage without my pop around. After I got out of the shower I asked Rachelle who phoned and she said mom. I felt a little better because if something was wrong mom probably would say something to Rachelle.
I called mom back after I got dressed and had some orange juice to see if she wanted to meet for lunch, but the news was bad - dad had a heart attack about 2am and mom had taken him to emergency. She said he was scheduled to see the specialist around 9:00 and was doing ok. I kept my composure on the phone with mom, but when I hung up I lost it.
After a few momments I went to tell Rachelle who was still in bed and wept on her shoulder before going to the hospital. When I arrived he was in the ICU and hooked up to a bunch of wires and machines. He had an ultrasound done and they don't think any damage has occured. He is hopefully going to Kingston tomorrow for more testing. It was really tough seeing him with all the wires attached. You grow up thinking your dad is superman and it is devastating when you realize he is mortal. Hopefully everything turns around and he quits smoking and becomes more active again. I am praying it is just a blessing in disguise. 
