The Curse of the 3's

Well, you know some things just have to come in 3's and apparently bad news is one of them. On Wednesday afternoon a paniced phone call from my sister-in-law revealed that my mom was having a heart attack and was being rushed to the hospital. The shock of the news was too much for my dad to handle and he had an anxiety attack and kept fainting. My brother Jeremy couldn't keep him awake and drive at the same time so he had to pull into the Tractor Supply Store in Rome where an ambulance was parked and asked the paramedics to take a look at him. The paramedics said they had to get my dad to a hospital so Jeremy told them "take to St. Elizabeth's, that's where they're taking my mom." So we spent most of Saturday afternoon running between the emergency room where dad was and the Cath lab where mom was. But I am happy to report that they are both doing much better now, and I am so very thankful for all the kind words and prayers that everyone has been sending our way. Thank you so much. A very cute picture of the lovebirds will be coming soon, so check back.