Today marks the 4 years since I received a phone call telling me that she was in the hospital and had suffered a heart attack. It was a shock and I couldn't quite wrap my head around the information I was hearing on the other end of the phone. I will never forget that day and the sound of Pap's voice as he was trying to tell me what had happened. I will be honest...I have never felt such an empty feeling as I did that morning. I remember telling Pap that we would be there ASAP and I remember what he said just like it happened yesterday. From the other side of the phone I heard..."I don't want to lose her Heather." When I heard him say that...I remember the tears welling up and telling him that he wasn't going to lose her and everything will be fine. I had to stay strong...but I am not sure that I convinced him with the quiver in my voice.
I remember immediately calling Shane and telling him he needed to come home. Shane had just left for work and I was home with all three children when the call came. He had not made it to the office yet when he received my call on his cell phone. He turned around and headed back home. We were on the road within an hour or two and headed toward Indiana. Shane would probably say it was a record packing event for me and he had never seen me pull it all together so quickly. I am sure that I was providing him with funny stories to tell later on about how frantic I was trying to pack our family of 5 ... including one precious baby boy!
