Twenty five years ago, after my mother passed on, I assured my dad that if he ever needed to be cared for, I was the girl for the job.  Today, I picked up my dad at the hospital and brought him to our home for recovery and to care for him while he finds his new normal.  Aug 30, my dad suffered a massive heart attack.  This was his first hospitalization since being a young boy having his tonsils removed.  My dad turns 75 in less than two weeks.  I struggled with emotions during the past 17 days as this man, whom I viewed as made of steel, laid helplessly in a hospital bed, undergoing 2 heart caths, quadruple bypass surgery and receiving a defibrillator after coding twice.  I was reminded that life is fleeting.  I prayed God would give me more time.  More time to show my dad how much loved he is by me, but most importantly, explain to him how much God loves him.  I am grateful for however long God has planned for him and me.  I am grateful to have had the time to speak to him about Jesus, again.  I pray now that his choice is made soon and it be the right choice.