I carry in my wallet a picture of a heart: a schematic of my dad’s blockages and remedy shunts. On the back, listed in his own hand, are the dates of his pacemaker operations.
It’s a small plastic-coated card, meant as medic alert, the size of Master Card and its priceless tradition.
Though my dad passed away four years ago, it’s a reminder of his heritage to me: a sensitive, yet indomitable heart. One that became congestive and failed – my dad died of a broken heart.
But there’s always an Upside to celebrate: four weeks after my dad’s first pacemaker operation, he was walking the Great Wall. He made the pacemaker pace.
I have my dad’s verve for travel and heart. I have a sensitive, yet indomitable heart…
And I am walking the Great Wall of China in October. Wish me well!
What a great story, you will surely have him in mind when you walk the Great Wall!
deft reverence in a fist full of words, eh. Thanks, Cheryl – you know it requires more effort to pare story down to the few, the strong, the mighty!
I do wish you well PJ that is wonderful and very exciting. Your Dad would be so pleased!
Yes, Sandy, we believe with all our hearts that he would. Thanks for the well wishes