There's always that feeling. When you get that phone call, or when you hear those words, "Dad's in the hospital". Your heart goes down to the pit of your stomach and breathing passages tighten making it hard to breath. The fear that knocks on my brain of the reality that this may affect my Dad. Luckily, it wasn't another heart attack. I thank God for that. His blood pressure was low and it didn't mix well with him being a diabetic. He's okay. I'm thankful.