My brother sent me a message this morning. He wanted me to call. Apparently my family lost my phone number. Anyway he told me that my dad had a heart attack on the weekend. He is at home now and is doing ok. But what bothers me about the whole thing (other than being worried about my dad) is that this is Tuesday and they are only telling me now. Shows just how far down their list of priorities I am. They don't make contact, they don't visit, they don't keep me in on things. I really am the low man on the totem pole. Mother of their only grandchildren, (that they never see) but low man anyway.
My dad and mom