My dad is going in for a heart procedure tomorrow. My dad--who's sixty-eight but can still kick my butt in tennis--is going to have instruments messing around in his heart. They say it's a normal, routine, less-invasive procedure with a 99% success rate, but my heart still has a little fear in it.
For better or for worse, my dad has always been there. We've had our moments, but I know I can ALWAYS count on him. I just pray everything goes well. I don't think I'm ready to face my parents' mortality yet.