Each year on January 8, I celebrate.
Nine years ago, when I was 65, I tore an artery near my heart.
I subsequently had a heart attack from the clot that formed.
I went from strong to weak.
Confident to scared.
Well to vulnerable.
Part of my fear was that the tear and attack were so random.
I was healthy, ate well, and exercised.
A heart attack wasn't even on my radar.
I was spared and regained my healthy life, though it took awhile.
We all have an expiration date.
As I age, I'm certainly getting closer to mine.
I'm thankful for the nine extra years I've enjoyed.
between heart beats
until it beats again