Why

I know one shouldn't put this in a blog but this is what has been troubling me ever since I heard it and I can't stop thinking about it. I don't know if I'll ever get any sleep. Never mind, I have a lot to do till tomorrow morning, and that'll keep me busy. But at the same time I feel my heart is racing.
My father has had a stroke. I don't know why all this is happening to him. He has never done anyone anything wrong. Of course fate or destiny or God or who/whatever doesn't care about such pitiful excuses, but he is my Dad and I want him out of harm's way at last. They say he's getting better but I don't know what to hope for, dare to hope for. Granddad also had it but he was like twenty years older at the time. I remember once I dreamed about my father dying, and according to superstitions it means he will have a long life. I mean, it's not about dying, it's about the way he will spend the rest of his life.
He is 51 and going strong, running, skating, rowing in the dragonboat, no unhealthy habits at all. Kind and modest, and my Dad. And there are my little sisters too, the youngest only 10, and I'm sure she needs him, too. And if there's a patron saint of fathers and daughters I pray he/she will stop it and make him stronger than ever. Thank you.