Man where to begin. Just been a crazy emo journey this past week. On Saturday I got an sms from a friend of mine who is very dear to me. Well on Friday her brother died in a bike accident. Now I didn’t ask what happened so don’t ask me. Now she lives far away from me so I can really just be there for her over the phone. I phoned her and sent her a couple of sms. Still nothing I can do that can take away the hurt of loosing someone you love. But it got me thinking of death and how I almost lost my own brother in a bike accident. So I have been pretty much down.
Fast forward to Monday. I get a phone call from my uncle and apparently my Dad had a light heart attack in a doctor’s examine room. Jokes about seeing the bill aside, what exactly constitutes a “light” heart attack? Who knows. Now my Dad lives in Kimberley and I am all the way in Cape Town. Alone. No family here. Luckily I have some good friends around which is always a bonus. Now my dad is okay. But they were doing tests and they must have found something cause they rushed him to Bloemfontein to get an opp. Now he has a spring in his heart valve. Apparently this helps the valve to close (or open?) and helps the blood flow regularly. Great stuff, and as we speak my Dad is on his way back to Kimberley, fit as a fiddle. Well fit enough to be out of hospital I guess. Which means he is fit enough to be out of danger. So yeah that has been my week of emo. I basically spent most of my time either in bed or on the net just waiting for the phone to ring. This lovely cape town weather is also perfect for it.
It is over now, and I can continue my life. Great Success!