Today as I was at work, my grandma came to my job and told me I needed to leave. I was unsure of why, and the next words out of her mouth were words I didn’t want to hear. She said your dad had a heart attack and he’s been life flighted to a hospital an hour and a half away.
In that moment I lost it. At work. With all of my employees standing there I lost it. I’m doing okay I guess. They will be doing surgery in the morning. Please please please just pray. Pray for him, pray for our family, pray for comfort. I can’t lose my dad.
I pray for him. I understand how you feel. I hope everything will be alright. Try to do things that will help you relax. I know it’s easier to say this, but I believe in you. It will be okay. Give us news about your father.
Update: surgery was today. He’s out. He’s doing okay. He’s sleeping. He’s not coming home today. Thanks for all the prayers and support. If you’ve messaged me I’m sorry I haven’t responded. And sorry I didn’t say much in this post.