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.