Will I Sleep Tonight
Early Monday morning around 4:30 a.m., my father was driven down to Manhattan for heart surgery. He suffered from Atrial Fibrillation, and the procedure was called an ablation. He was supposed to stay overnight, but to my surprise, he came home later that day in the evening. I let it go, happy that he was home. He looked like he survived a war zone, and shortly after returning home, he went to sleep.