Monday, February 04, 2013
My apologies if this is too much detail...
18 years ago today, my father died of his first heart attack in his sleep. He was only 42. The coroner said that his death was the result of ongoing heart disease and the heart attack was caused by a massive blood clot. I was only 18 at the time. Looking back, my dad was the poster child for the American Heart Association... mildly overweight, hypertension, high cholesterol, heart burn/indigestion with almost every meal. His death was very preventable. I believe he knew what was happening to his body, and the direction things would go... But that's a whole other issue.
This blog isn't meant to be sad or morbid. Yes, I'm sad to not have my dad here with us. To see where I've come. To see his grandchildren (ten soon!) and be a positive role model in their lives. It's more about me reflecting the unnecessary loss of a person. And about my ability to dig deep to find the motivation to make the changes I need to in my life. I need to be content with where I am but to always strive for better. Not just for others - but for me.