A Thanksgiving of Miracles
Tuesday, November 24, 2015 is one of those days I'll never forget. At 6:00 am I got a call from Licia telling me that Dad was in the hospital and had suffered a heart attack. It wasn't until a few hours later that I realized he was on life support and his heart had stopped for 15 min. The doctors made no promises about his recovery and said he had a 50/50 chance of making it, his ribs were probably fractured from the chest compressions, and there was no guarantee that he would have normal brain function. Licia and I decided to get on a plane that afternoon to be with Mom and Dad. It's hard to express the range of emotions I felt while I was in Utah for the next 9 days. It was one of the hardest things I've had to go through, but it was also one of the sweetest and most sacred experiences I've had as well. In New York we had talked about being unified as a family, and it felt like we were now putting that theory to practice. I felt a...