Three years ago today I woke up with six missed calls from my mom and aunt at around 6:00 A.M. on a random Wednesday morning. In an early morning irritable haze, I thought nothing of it, took my sweet time stretching out and sleeping in for another few minutes, and only then called my mom back. In hindsight, the most ignorant and lazy of moves. After what felt like the longest five-second pause once she answered, and bless this woman’s heart, she managed to say “your dad had a heart attack a few hours ago, and he’s in the hospital.
On Father’s Day and days that change perspective
