My mom died of a massive heart attack at a young age when I was not even yet a teen and I was the only one home with her. I learned early on that I could wallow in that tragedy or not. What good would it do to wallow in tragedy? None.
I feel for ya. My dad had a heart attack in my arms. He had most of one lung removed, and never did catch his breath again. Best he could do was get from the bed to his chair every day. He needed me or my brother to hang on to in order to get there. One day, he just didn't quite make it to the chair.
I performed CPR, but it was pretty massive. The medics were there within 5 minutes but it was no use. I think it was better that way.
It was like God just turned off the "ON" switch. He was heavily into his church and occasionally would do the sermon. He told me he had been to the edge several times and he just needed to get over the fear of "crossing" over. Guess he finally made the choice that day.
I hope I am remembered to be as good a man as I remember him to be.
edited for content. I can't spell for shit!
