Musing from a contemplative mind....

I was reading my Bible this morning when the phone rang. Usually I can't stand the phone. I consider the phone an imposition on me and my time. So I looked at my alarm clock which said it was 6:02 AM(hence the title of this)and thought this can not be good. People don't call at 6:00 or 6:02 AM to talk -well most people, my mother is a wonderful, unique and quirky individual who has called my sister at midnight to ask if they had peanut butter- FOR REAL, I can't make this stuff, can I?... so really anything is possible. But I digress....

I picked up the phone and my mother told me that my dad may have had a heart attack and that he would be the hospital over night. Heart attacks don't run in my family, at least not on my father's side, so this was quite the surprise. We are at Memorial Hospital in Nashua, my mother said. Ahhh yes, Memorial Hospital, I spent many a younger day there. While everyone else I knew was worrying about which girl or boy liked them and how to get rid of zits, I had chemotherapy drugs coursing through my veins. Not one of my favorite memories, not one of my favorite places. I had not set foot in that ER since I walked out of that place a number of years ago.

When I saw my father he acted like it was nothing. We talked about the Red Sox and work stuff. That's my dad. "I am feeling better - on to the next thing." Thankfully he will be in observation tonight so that they can monitor him and make sure that he is okay.

My mind shot back to my grandfathers funeral and watching my dad say goodbye to his father and thinking at the time that I was next to experience that. I don't think that is going to happen soon, but it is going to happen and I hate that reality. Its the same reason that good-byes are very tough. Its the reason that you tell the people that you love, "I love you." before you leave, so that just in the event that something should happen to you or them they will be left words that are so often felt and so infrequently said.