Live Love Laugh...

I wear my feelings on my sleeves. I cry often. I love life, and I don't laugh as often as I should. A couple of days ago, my mom calls. She tells me your dad is in the hospital. He thinks he had a heart attack! He chest was hurting, and he was very shaky. My response? Okay. Hope he's okay. What kind of daughter am I?? Seriously? That's what I said. Didn't faze one little bit. Is it because I knew he would be okay? Or did I just not want to think about my daddy being at the age, where he is going to start having a lot of health problems. He's already gone through a knee and shoulder surgery. He's had the veins in both of his legs cleaned out twice. And yet known of these times, it never occurred to me, that something could really happen to him. But yet, I can seat here, and think of my husband getting hurt on the job, and cry my eyes out. Or one of my kids getting hurt. Don't get me wrong. I love my dad. But am I so involved with my family now, that I'm not thinking clearly about my mom and dad. The wonderful people that raised me?? I only live 35 miles away from them, but it's been ages since I've been to Friona. I went the other day, but it was just a quick trip to keep up Zachary. I'm planning on going down, in a couple of weekends. But I don't like going if Ralph can't go. And he never can, because he works on the weekends. My excuse is that it's the only time that the kids really get to see their dad. I'm not sure. But I do know, that I need to start looking at the fact that my parents and grandma aren't going to be around forever.