Yesterday, about noon, my husband called. Our son-in-law had called him with the news that our daughter had been taken to the hospital with a possible heart attack. He was heading to my workplace to pick me up.
We spent the rest of the day at the hospital, waiting to find out what had happened.
Fortunately, it was not a heart attack; unfortunately, they’re still not sure what’s causing the health issues she’s had for the last year that culminated in yesterday’s incident…but they’re determined to find out.
It’s one thing to be in the hospital, waiting for this kind of news when you’re dealing with parents–or your parents’ generation. It’s quite something else when you’re dealing with your children or grandchildren.
We’ve dealt with this kind of mortality before, when our oldest grandson died on his 21st birthday. But that death was the result of an unwise decision that had fatal consequences.
This was something we had no control over… We don’t know what her family medical history is–she joined our family when she was 8. And so we sat and waited…wondering.
I know that death is part of life…and it seems easier to deal with when it’s more distant. But yesterday brought home the truth of that statement: Death is part of life. Fortunately we didn’ t have to come face to face with it then…we just had a reminder.