It was a normal Saturday afternoon on January 13, 2007. My little brother and I were playing mario kart on the game cube. We were so hooked on that game. We were in the middle of the race when I heard the front door open and close. Michael (my brother) and I hustled downstairs to greet my dad who was at work all day. It was cloudy outside and very foggy. My dad was complaining of a massive, tormenting pain in his shoulder. He took my mom's advice and went to the hospital. A few hours later we recieved a call from the doctor. He informed us that my dad had a heart attack.
My mom was in tears when she hear the trecherous news and when she told us, we got scared. She took us to my grandma's house so she could go visit him. She didn't want us too worry so she said very little. My grandparents weren't happy with the situation my dad was in. Michael and I spent the night there.
The next day my mom brought us home and she said that dad was going to be all right. It was just as cloudy in the morning than it was the previous day. I didn't feel like doing anything. All I could think about was my dad. My aunt spent a few days at our house to console us in our time of sorrows. I couldn't sleep knowing that my dad was in the hospital. It made me sick to my stomach. I stayed awake every night remembering the times I spent with my dad. I remembered when we played wiffle ball in the backyard. I remembered when we watched sports together. I remembered when he coached my soccer games. But most importantly, I remembered when my dad used to say everything will be alright during thunder storms. "The clouds are just banging into each other" he used to say. I thought "what if everything isn't alright? what if I never see dad again? What if..."
I morosely awoke that Thursday morning. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. I shuffled my way downstairs for breakfast. By the time I got to the table a fresh plate of eggs awaited me along with a smile from my mom. She told me that my dad was coming home. I was so happy that I cried in joy. She told me to wake up Michael and get dressed so we could pick my dad up from the hospital.
When we got to the hospital my mom told us to wait in the car. She said she would get dad. A few minutes later she came out of the double doors with my dad. I was overwhelmed with joy. When he got in the car he was tired and he smelled funky. When we got home he went straight to sleep.
The next day he told us about his experience in the hospital. He had 3 arteries 99% blocked. He is lucky to be alive today. If I never got to see my dad again I don't know what I would do. I'm just happy that he's okay.
