Personal Narrative: A Story Of My Dad

This story requires a little back story, it was the spring of 2001. My dad at the time was 69, he had had quadruple bypass surgery three years earlier. I had four children a 17 year old step daughter, nine year old daughter, six year old son and a three year old daughter. My husband was out of town with his father attending his niece's blessing. (it is the equivalent of a catholic christening.) His mom had decided to not go since she was there when my niece was born for two weeks and felt she needed to be home for the weekend. My mom was out of town for the weekend at a womans LDS conference in Salt Lake Ut. My dad was all alone for the weekend and wanted to come down to visit.

My father called me on Thursday night and asked me if it would be ok if he came down to my house on Friday as he lived in Prescott, AZ. I told him it would be fun to have him spend the weekend as i would be all alone. my dad had to pick up my mom on Sunday afternoon from the airport in Phoenix so he just figured it would be easier from my house in Gilbert. I had to get ready as I always fuss when I am having company. I washed the sheets on my guest bed washed the towels in the guest bathroom and cleaned up the rest of the house. I was ready for his arrival.

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They began discussing how to get him to the gurney. They talked about taking out my bedroom window as they could not maneuver the gurney into my bedroom they would just lift him out the window. They had started an IV to bring up his blood pressure as it had dropped drastically to around 55 over 40. He started to perk up enough he could walk to the hallway to the gurney and there was no need to take out my window. I was grateful, not that my father was not worth it but what a mess that would be in a block house. They loaded up my dad and off they went, I followed in my