The Highest Form of Architecture

The Highest Form of Architecture

In the fall of October 2008 , I learned what words can mean and how they can make you feel. I was working 50 miles from home that sunny fall day, the trees had amazing color , the wind had that cool breeze , there was a faint smell of burning wood in the air. Thinking to myself that day how amazing life is and how grateful I am to be in this place at this time in my life…   Later that morning my phone rang it was my wife…She had gone over my folks house to “check in.” My mother was helping out at the school that day so dad was home alone…She told me you better come home something is wrong with your father. Now that’s words you never want to hear… My Dad was having a stroke…I rushed toward home driving like a madman…On my way home my wife called me to tell me my Dad was now at the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital he was is in the emergency room the doctors were trying to figure out what to do to save his life…It was determined my Dad needed to go to Mass General Hospital in Boston Mass via Medflight. I can remember as they loaded Dad into the Medflight I asked the doctor what were his chances ??? He turned and looked me dead in the eye and said…Son your Dad has a 50/50 percent chance of survival !!!!  More words I didn’t want to hear…Was my Dad going to be called up to the next Journey today ?? I...