My dad has had a change of heart recently.
Actually, he received a new heart via transplant on Sept. 29.
In a way, it had been a long time coming, but in other ways, the wait was extremely short.
Dad’s heart problems began when I was in high school, and he was about to turn 37 years old.
In the summer of 1988, I was gone on a trip with friends to Charleston, South Carolina. My parents were home and my mom was getting ready to go to a friend’s wedding just up the street from our house.