I am blessed…
Once again, I stand amazed at how much the good Lord has
blessed me and my family.  My dad had another heart attack
yesterday.  This one wasn’t as severe, but still did some
damage.  He was up in Terre Haute with my Grandma and started
having chest pains.  They called 911 and rushed him to Regional
hospital in Terre Haute, where he got horrible care.  The ER
called dad’s heart doctor in Indy, and he said to go ahead and lifeline
Dad to Methodist.  At first, they didn’t think he was having a
heart attack, but when they ran more tests at Methodist, they found out
that he did have a slight heart attack.  My Dad almost died again…It
took a while for that to settle in with me.  After I found out how
sever Dad’s first heart attack was, I was nothing but thankful to God
that He saved him.  It was really hard to deal with.  My dad
is my stronghold, the rock in my life.  He’s always there to cheer
me up and encourage me.  I am the person I am today all because of him and my mom. 
The mere thought of losing my dad brings tears to my eyes.  Even
though I know that God saved him and that he’s ok, the thought of what
could have happened still scares me to death.  And now, with all
of this happening again…it’s just really scary.  I can’t imagine
my life without Dad in it.  When I got to the hospital yesterday,
I gave Dad a hug and a kiss, and he just grabbed my hand and held on to
it for a long time and we just stared at each other for a few
moments.  I had to choke back the tears.  We were both just
so happy to see each other.  I was talking to my Grandma last
night and she was telling me what all happened when they were in Terre
Haute and what not.  My dad thought he was going to die. 
Grandma said he was crying and asked her to pray with him.  He was
scared and truly thought he was going to die yesterday..But as Cory
keeps reminding me when I think about this, he didn’t die.  God
saved him once again.  He’s getting the best care he can be given
and he’s going to be okay.   I’m just so thankful that God
has blessed us so much throughout this whole ordeal.  The nurses
and doctors at Methodist are just awesome.  We’ve never had any
problems with them.  Mom was telling me that as soon as the
helicopter landed at Methodist, Dad just felt a peace come over
him.  He knew that he was where he needed to be and that the
people at that hospital were going to take care of him.  And now he’s just happy to be alive.

Sorry if this is really depressing and sad…I think I did it more for
my own benefit.   It just really hit me this time how blessed
I am.  I’m blessed to have the amazing family that I have, my
amazing parents and grandma, my awesome brothers and sisters (note the
plural ), and my loving fiance.  I’m so proud to be a member of the Brewer family! 
And I’m proud of my dad.  It amazes me how much joy that man has,
even when he’s laying down in a hospital bed hooked up to machines and
what not.  He always cracks jokes to lighten up the mood. 
The nurses call him a chatterbox because he’s always talking a joking
around with them.  I think he’s just thankful to be alive and
doesn’t want to take a single minute for granted.  He inspires me and I love him. 
And if you love your parents (which I hope most of you do) let them
know.  And don’t take the time you have with them for
granted.  Because you never know what may happen.  Tell them
you love them.  Give them hugs and kisses.  Cherish the big moments, the little moments, and all of the moments in between.

Love and Prayers,
K