It was a dark day in August of 2005 when I got a call from my mother. My dad had a heart attack and the paramedics were on the way. My husband & I hurried to their home as the paramedics were loading my dad into an ambulance. My mom jumped in our car and we followed the ambulance to the Emergency Room. It was not long until the doctors appeared to let us know how dire the situation. They stated his heart attack was akin to him being underwater for more than ten minutes. 

Although they had resuscitated him, it was clear that he would not survive outside of being hooked up to machines.

There are many times in my life I was grateful for how organized my parents were. This tops the list. They had done the planning and discussed the unthinkable. The next steps we had to take were the steps my dad laid out he wanted us to take. No consternation, no wobbling, just follow his instructions. Like we had done many times before.