There Will Be A Day


by Mike Ratliff

It seems like at least a week, but it was only two days ago that I received a call from my brother-in-law, my sister’s husband, that my mother had been admitted into a hospital in Oklahoma with chest pains. He told me that my sister was on her way from Houston to OKC to be with her and my father. I called the hospital and found out that the physicians did not think she had had a heart attack, but was experiencing a reoccurrence of acid reflux. I even talked with her and she seemed fine. I thanked God and went back to work. I went home afterwards and mowed my lawn. When I got through, I found that I had three messages on my cell phone from my brother-in-law. During the afternoon, my mother had a heart attack in the hospital. I was stunned. He told me that she was being transported to a large hospital in OKC for heart surgery. The next couple of hours are like a blur to me. I remember typing in the post asking for prayer for my parents and my family. I must have packed because after the 5-hour drive to OKC I had clothes to wear and whatnot. Continue reading