Ja, Mata NeBack in 2004, my dad had massive multiple heart attacks. They were long, dark days spent sleeping beside my mother in her room, and then running down to my dad in the ICU when he needed me. I can remember feeling back then, how I so much wanted to crawl in the hollow of the great tree in the parking lot and just curl up and please go to sleep and God will take care of us all.Ja, Mata Ne by befanini
Forward to now. We all made it. And the grace given to us during these years was time spent just being a family, with bridges being mended with no words spoken, and none needed. After that crisis we all went through, we pulled together, a strong unit, so very dysfunctional but unquestioningly united.
With the almost five extra years that my dad was blessed with, he saw his grandchildren grow up, he was bullied about by myself and my mother (heh), he enjoyed himself with weekly card games with his friends, he puttered about the house and garden, mending here, hammering there, taking care of his fish tanks and fishp