Finally, some good news.
The right side of his heart is beating.
I was getting some sleep, and got a call. Answering machine woke me up. It was a friend sending love, and if dad needed a flight anywhere to let us know (he's a pilot for... nice aircraft).
Then a cousin called.
I often find this happens, commotion or any other action, occurs when you least expect or want it to. Despite it being done blindly out of love, it is bad timing.
Going back to sleep. Haven't had an update on dad. No news is good news.
I don't know or remember all the details.
I am not going to list all the details.
I am not going to backtrace yet, maybe over time.
My Dad/Father/Pops/Padre/Daddio/Pa is in the hospital. 2nd heart attack this week, third overall.
Everything was going well today. And as has been recently, when things get good they get bad in all aspects of life.
My father almost died Saturday night. He survived. He's strong, and he fought, and he's going