My father had a heart attack. All signs suggest that it was a minor one. Monday, the doctors are going to send a camera up an artery and take a peek at his heart to see what type of damage was done.
Right now I am a bit numb to this whole thing. I have asked a couple of times if he wants me to go visit, and I keep getting told that I don't need to go. I have never been a real leader, make the hard decisions and just do it kinda person.
So... while my father lays in bed, sick, I will contemplate why the hell I can't decide to go see him. I don't think I should have to have him say "Yeah, Carl, I need you to come up here." Of course, if my little sister wasn't already on her way up there, he may have said just that.
Posted by carl at January 31, 2004 03:39 PM
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