WHOA...

What a day! So, at about 8:30 this morning, my mom calls:
"Kira, I have a problem..."
"What's up?"
"Dad, can't remember things."
"What do you mean he can't remember things?"
"He doesn't remember Christmas or New Year's, or..."
"Mom! Call the doctor, get him to the hospital..."
By now everything is clicking in my head that this is something serious. I get off the phone and immediately start crying. I tell Jay something is wrong with my dad, Jay makes a couple phone calls and runs up to give him a blessing. While Jay is gone to my parents the kids and I have a prayer for my dad. The news Jay brings home freaks me out even more, my dad cannot remember our children (He remembered Hunter, who can forget Hunter) and had no idea we were having a baby. I cry some more, call my brothers and sisters and resolve to not call my mom again until 11:30am. At 11:14 my sister calls; my dad suffered a stroke, but AMAZINGLY is fine.
Apparently, he bent down to put his socks on, and that motion sent a blood clot to his brain. Thankfully, it only affected a portion of his memory and nothing physical. He had taken an Aspirin in the morning and the doctor said that helped tremendously. The doctor suggested he stay but offered to release him, so he came home in the early afternoon.
WOW! I don't' know how to express the feelings I had today... my parents are both in their mid-sixties; but I guess you simply never think of your life without your parents. This really made me so cautious of my time with my parents, luckily both sets of parents (Jay's and my own) are highly involved in our lives. I cannot imagine life without one of them. I am so thankful for all of them and the things they have taught me. I hope they are around for our family and our children as long as they are happy and not in pain. I feel so grateful for the gospel and the knowledge that I have that we do have our families for eternity... I am just so thankful tonight. I love ya, dad!