My father went in for a “simple” heart surgery on a Monday. Nothing to worry about. The same heart surgery Bill Clinton once got, from the same surgeon who performed it. But on Tuesday, something went wrong and he was in the ICU. On Thursday, my brother said, “Come home before it’s too late.” On Friday, I was in New Jersey. On Saturday, I sat by his bed for 12 hours straight. On Sunday, I was in church with my mother, a devout…
