Sunday, May 10th, in addition to being Mother's Day, would have been my dad's 67th birthday. I'm raising funds for American Heart Association in memory of my dad and in honor of my mom.
Dad went to work on July 30, 2018, excited for the golf tournament that day. Around 8:30am that morning, he had a major heart attack. While the paramedics and medical team tried to save him, we found out later he was really gone at the time of the heart attack. He was not being treated for any heart issues, and while his health wasn't fabulous, we had no reason to suspect he'd have a heart attack.
Losing someone so suddenly, so unexpectedly, is life altering. It is jarring in the moment - and for a long time afterwards. It seems so surreal and unreal and impossible to understand and comprehend.
I will never forget finding the ripped off corner of a piece of paper in his wallet with the four things he was supposed to grab from the grocery store that evening on his way home.
I will never forget my husband defining the way I looked during that first week as "being numb".
I will never forget the extremely hard lesson I learned that day that life is short and we never know when it will end.
In the almost 2 years since Dad passed away from a major heart attack, Mom had a cardiac scare of her own. Luckily, with a minor procedure and lots of excellent care, her cardiologist says she is doing great.
I know times are tough and everyone has their own causes to support. But, if you can and are so inclined, I would love it if you could donate any small amount to the American Heart Association in memory of my dad and in honor of my mom.