A dear friend of mine's father had a heart attack this week. My heart goes out to her. I know how hard it is to watch your dad—the epitome of strength—be treated like a brittle autumn leaf. It's scary to see this once-powerful man depend on machines and tubes to take a breath; it shakes the foundation of everything you know and believe in. Although my father was by no means perfect, he always put us kids first. And his favorite phrase is "if you happy, I happy." I love him for that. For the past decade, he's battled a string of heart attacks, strokes, and brain clots. There have been dark times when I've said a teary good-bye to an unresponsive body in a hospital bed. But he's always pulled through, and I've had the blessing of being able to truly appreciate someone I thought I had lost forever and say all the things I wish I had said. I hope, with all of my being, that my friend gets the same chance.
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