Someone pissed in our cheerios

After that bouncy, bubbly post yesterday just as I finished publishing, my husband called. I was all set to tell him the good news when he dropped the bomb. "My father just had a heart attack". Amazing how you can go from walking on air to crying in a dining room chair. So far as we know my fil is in the hospital and there has been no change in his condition. I'm extremely fearful as heart disease runs rampant in my husband's family and my fil smokes like steam train and lives on coffee. My husband is be rather calm about it all and I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going to have to meet him at the door with a packed bag and tell him to "just go already!" I really like my fil, unfortunately he can be a complete ass just like taught my husband to be, but when he visits us he's always on his best behavior and I really enjoy him being here. He's always been very nice and polite to me and if he should not recover from this I will miss him a great deal. I can't begin to comprehend how I'll tell my children that their Papa is gone if that happens.