Some days in your life you never forget. It was 9:30 a.m. on a Thursday in July. I got a call from my sister while I was at work. My dad had collapsed after mowing the yard. The neighbor found him on the garage floor. They thought it was probably heat stroke and my mom told us Dad said to not worry about coming the 3 hours to the hospital, he was fine.
So we pow-wowed. Tick Dad off and go, or wait it out and see. Steven solved it for all for us when he said he was taking off work to drive us 3 sisters to the hospital. It was a decision we all remain grateful for. Little did we know as we bantered and laughed on the way that Dad had had a heart attack and was having open heart surgery. Not having cell phones back then, we found out from Mom when we arrived.
Unfortunately, Dad had another heart attack during the surgery and was put on life support. We were told they would give him a short amount of time and then remove the support and see if his heart would beat on its own. We called all the people we could to pray for him, but I think we each knew that years of smoking had probably taken its toll. I'll never forget the doctors face as he told us Dad didn't make it. It was one of the worst moments of my life. But what I remember as I go back to that day is that Steven was there for the four of us. He told me later it broke his heart to watch each one of us go through this anguish, but he remained strong for us that day.