Attack Remembered

I knew that my parents were getting older but they seemed never to age to me. They were my rocks and such a big part of my life. When I heard the news from my mother over the phone, panic filling her voice, I nearly jumped out of my skin. My dad had collapsed to the floor, grasping her chest, and she just knew even before she called 911. He wasn't taking the best care of himself and my mom had warned him, and now at only 58 years old he had suffered his first heart attack. I walked with great force into his hospital room and looked at him sitting there, so scared and so vulnerable. I reached out to him and let him know I was here and that we were going to get him better soon.