>Wow. I was at a party the other night, drinking and having fun when I get a call from my step mom, my dad was having a heart attack and being moved to BayState — We had spoken earlier because I called to see what was up for father’s day. It turns out that he had gone to the hospital with chest pains. They did some tests, but everything looked OK and he was probobly going home that night.

As of the phone call the situation had magnified and he was being brought in to the good hosptial. It was only within 20 minutes of the party, we left right then and headed straight to the hospital. We saw him when he came in, then waited for them to do some tests. We stayed with him for a while (it’s like 3am at this point) and then went home. Nicole had to work early, and I was exhausted from the ordeal.

We grabbed a bit to eat at Friendlies in the lobby because neither of us had really had anything to eat, then headed home.

I went to visit him yesterday — it was kind of sad. Visting my father in the hospital on Father’s Day. I wish I had something better for him. Still have no idea, but I’ll bring him out when he’s all better. We were throwing things around that he’d like to do. He mentioned something about sprint car racing. So I’m going to check out the Westfield track and see if there’s any races any time soon. I always suggest the movies and dinner, mainly cause there’s nothing else I can think of that he’d like.

He never seemed more human to me then when he was there in the hospital. He’s never spoken so candedly, so frankly. It’s really nice. It’s to bad it took such a tramatic event to bring it out, but he’s learning from his mistakes, trying to be a be a better person. All I ever wanted was the truth.

I think I’m finally getting it.