It was a Friday morning and I was busily preparing for a surprise weekend getaway I had planned for my husband David, when my cell phone rang. It was hubby. I thought he was calling to tell me about his doctor’s appointment but instead in a bewildered voice he rambled off words that at first seemed nonsensical.
“I just got a call from Mr T. and… Cliff died this morning. Massive heart attack.“
I repeated the sentence several times in my head as if to process the bizarre message, I’m sure I didn’t hear correctly.
You see it couldn’t be true because Cliff, the dear friend and golfing buddy David spoke of was a larger-than-life kind of guy. He wouldn’t just die like that.
But it was true. In the time it takes for a heart to beat, his heart stopped. Forever.
His sudden death made me come face to face with a chilling truth.
I was afraid to die…
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