I forgot my lunch and with a lot of work on my plate I decided to run around the corner and get a burger. After eating, I joked with my coworkers about my decision to go to Checkers and get a heart attack in a wrapper.

Walking back into my office, the red message light was blinking. I scrolled through the callers and saw it was my mom. That’s weird, I immediately thought. My mom always calls my cell phone…something must be wrong.

Before she could even get the first word out, I could tell in her voice something was wrong. She said my dad was in the emergency room and they think he had a heart attack. I sat there still, completely helpless and unsure what to do next. I tried to call her but she didn’t pick up. I IM’d Kathy and found out she was on the phone with my mom. Quickly, we decided it would be best for me to go up. Even if everything turned out to be OK, I knew my mom would need the support.

I plugged my iPod into the car (love that feature) and turned up the music. As Marley played, my GPS turned red to alert me that I was more than 10 over the speed limit. I started to think about all of the great times I have spent with my dad. My 8th birthday party at Brewers Bay where my dad got on a flight right after with dried salt on his skin and sand in his pants just to make sure he spent as much time with me. Driving around the Blue Ridge Mountains on a family vacation. How happy he was during my wedding and the look on his face when he first met both of his grandchildren. The list goes on and with each memory my eyes swelled.

When I arrived at the hospital outside Clemson, SC the first thing I noticed was the fact there was nothing around except an Arby’s, Kentuck Fried Chicken, Mc Donalds and a Lowes. Funny how all the crappy food can always be found around a hospital. When I walked in the room, he was sitting up and looked great. Making fun of the nurses, the hosts on CNN and complaining about the food, nothing changed there! So far all the tests came back positive but we had to wait for one more the next morning. Until those results came back, the worry would not go away.

The next morning, as he was wheeled back in we were told the good news, sort of. Nothing was wrong but they still couldn’t figure out what triggered his symptoms. After a barrage of tests, drawing blood every three hours we knew nothing more than when we started. Even still, my dad was just fine.

Its weird how that happens. You can joke about something and before you know it, that joke has an element of truth to it.

I love my dad more than anything and I can’t explain how relieved I am it wasn’t anything more serious (so we think).