And then he got sick. He got really sick. He suffered from a terrible heart attack when I was a sophomore in high school. During a normal afterschool cheerleading practice my mom walked in and told me I had to go with her “right now, you have to come right now.” My dad was in the hospital.
He underwent open-heart surgery, countless other surgeries and procedures. I prayed a constant prayer in my heart for months “Please God, we need him. I don’t know what we are going to do.” One night I asked my mom’s friends if my dad was going to die. They didn’t have an answer, and my heart broke.
Thankfully, months later my dad got to come home and he cried, and well, we all cried. He never had to say it, I already knew, he loved me.
To my Dad, on the 28th Father’s Day I get to spend with you, thank you, for being you and for knowing what it means to be an amazing dad. I love you. Happy Father’s Day!