Two heart attacks.
Only one is needed to take a life.
Luckily my father was spared from Death's hands.
He lives a healthier life than he did prior to his body attacking him.
He is a man that brightens up the room by just being there.
He is a man that continues to inspire me, support my endeavours, and encourage me.
One cannot tell he is approaching 70 desipte his snow-white hair.
I do not know who is luckier.
Him for regaining life? Or myself for truly having the father I have.