On Thursday afternoon my phone rang. It was a number I didn’t recognize so I let it go to voice mail. A few minutes later I saw that a message had been left. It was Mom. I listened, assuming that she was calling from a work number to see if she could bring anything for the weekend work party. I was wrong. Her message was a shock. “I hate to leave this on a message thing, but your dad’s just had a heart attack.” I held on to every word as my heart beat rapidly, and panic gripped my chest. The rest of the message confirmed that he was alive, in the hospital, and in stable condition. I replayed the message several times.