Two heart attacks.


Two strokes.


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.