Lying on that hospital bed, thinking what might have happened. It’s a big “What If” scenario that keeps me up at night even up to now. What if I didn’t wake up when the heart attack occurred? What if my wife didn’t hear my call? What if the paramedics came just a bit too late? What if my heart just decided to call it quits?
Throughout this ordeal in the hospital, relatives and friends came by to give support and pray for me and my wife. Their words of hope and faith of surpassing this made the stay bearable. I was itching to go home, but the hospital would not release me until at least 48 hours later and then decide whether my heart’s condition was good enough.
I passed the time reading. I read the Bible, caught up on some comic books, and browsed a few online articles. Some were about heart attacks and its fatality rates. Fun.
At the end of the day I put my earphones on and just listened. Visiting time was over and my wife has gone back to our empty home. It has been a long time since I just stopped and listened to music. I closed my eyes and let it dwell in me. I let the music simmer in my soul. I imagined as it was being written, why and whom it was written for. I left the hum and beeps of the hospital machines and ventured into the realm of heartfelt vocals, expressive strings, and the beat of the drums.
I cried that night.