We went camping at Fenchman's lake on Friday night. Come to find out, I don't get cell phone service up there. We got home early afternoon on the Fourth and I get a call from my sister (in Utah) during which she tells me that my dad is in the I.C.U. because they think he might have had a heart attack! Thankfully, he came through and was finally stable enough to do the requisite tests today. But, WOW! Talk about moments you never forget. It really brought home the guilt factor that I've been stubborn about family reunions and stuff. My Mom has reminded me once or twice about how her family was getting ready for a family reunion years ago and the event was sadly marked by the passing of her sister (who I am named for). She told me recently that her mom never really got over it. And now I can see how something like that can never be predicted or prepared for. You can never get it back to do over.
So, Dad, I'm glad you're all right. I can't wait to see you!