my pink toes

...the questions were and are a bit more complicated.

The angiogram revealed that Dave's dad had only 5% of heart capacity (much less than the doctor thought). Apparently he had two previous silent yet massive heart attacks. As we all went about our lives, as Jim played Solitaire on the computer, as Nana played puzzles with Peter, as Dave was at work, as we were sleeping, as I was chopping vegetables, as Henry was at recess, as I was drinking coffee...at any of those times - twice - Jim had a heart attack. Silent. Sweeping. Ominous. Hidden.

Angiogram at 1pm. Quadruple Bypass at 4 pm. Tension at 8 pm when they had to open him back up to fix an arrhythmia. Uneasy peace at 9 pm when he was fully out of surgery. The next 24 hours are critical. The minutes continue to tick by, as always. Traffic lights turn green, dishwashers go through the rinse cycle, gas tanks need filling. How can anything happen as normal when life is so tenuous? So precious. So tender. So taken for granted.

We sleep tonight and find more in the morning. Keep heaven alight and buzzing with your prayers. Our God is mighty. He takes nothing for granted.