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It is that time of the week again when pen hits paper, black hits white, and what appears is a column, an article, for the Cedar Key Beacon. Father's Day is near, and this week I intended to do a piece on that, jogging memories of Dad. Something else happened. My thoughts went another way.
A good friend known by most of us had a sudden massive heart attack Monday. Cindy Tindall lies in intensive care at Seven Rivers Regional Medical Center. Cindy is a strong woman, a hard worker and a giver to all she knows, as is Rich, her husband and life companion. They have a son, David, who lives nearby and a daughter, Theresa, in Canada. Theresa is on her way here by car, as there was no way to make flight arrangements that would get her here sooner.
Cindy has been in good health for most of her life. Then, not long back, she had a silent heart attack. That was later followed by two brain aneurisms. She was recovering from the aneurism surgeries quite well in her lighthearted, upbeat way. She had stopped smoking and was improving in strength each day.
Anne and I have been buddies with the family for about ten years. We were here when Rich and Cindy came to town and bought the Gulfside Motel. We've watched the kids grow up and start their own families. My daughter Melanie and Theresa are good friends and have continued their friendship as they each moved on from Cedar Key.
Cindy's heart attack this week caught us all by surprise. It got me to thinking about my own experiences a few years back. Also about how things can sneak up on you, and in a moment, change your life forever.
Our bodies are made strong, our spirits likewise. Yet we can take them for granted. We sometimes focus elsewhere rather than experience the beauty around us. We become enmeshed in things inside us, in our miseries rather than our gifts. I learned that there are two kinds of days - good days and great days. And this is Cindy's philosophy. We've shared many conversations over the past weeks. Downside thinking is not worth the effort, nor the costs. And it dilutes who and what we are.
Cindy and Rich and Theresa and Dave and their families need your thoughts, your support, your prayers.
And for you, sons and daughters and dads and granddads, remember your dad this Sunday next. Call him, or take him out for a meal, or maybe fishing, or out to a picture show as he did for you when you were young.
Talk to you next time. Meanwhile, keep the Tindalls in your thoughts and prayers...