On March 6th, less than 3 weeks after Stacie's surgery my dad had a heart attack. I remember reaching the ER room he was in. As I pushed the door open I immediately was hit with the realization that one day he would not be here. And immediately I started to stay 'no' to God. 'No, don't take him yet. No, I'm not ready for this. I need more time fishing with him, more time discussing the bible, and more time just visiting with him.' As soon as that thought hit me I was in a quandry. I have no right or authority to say 'no' anything to God.
He seemed in good spirits. He was hooked up to the machines monitoring his heart. It reminded me of when my grandmother (dad's mom) was in the hospital. All those tubes hooked up to her.
