March 30, 2019

March 30th of last year, was on a Saturday. The life I knew was about to change, in such a major way. I was 45 and had never seen someone take their final breath. I wanted nothing to do with the dark cold subject of death. I had taken some Red Cross classes on performing CPR. The events from that spring morning would be memorable by far. Things were usually quite different. I would've been there the day before. I really had no idea what the Good Lord had in store. At the time you had a lady friend who usually was there. Im sure seeing it all unfold would be more than she could bear. So everything was in order as HE planned for it all to be. HE'D perform this amazing miracle using a simple soul like me. You didn't have the first complaint, of any pains in your chest. But the whole entire episode would be different than the rest. I heard you cough a couple times but never said a word. And I still get chills recalling the next sound that I heard. A loud crashing sound was what came next but still not a word was said. Lying there on the kitchen floor, my dad, my hero was dead. It's a miracle I kept it together to do what I had to do. For 15 minutes, til help arrived, I pumped your heart for you. Doctors said I saved your life but I also saved your brain. So yea I'm sure if it happened today, I'd do it all again. In a split second I had to act , and as scared as I could be, I went toe to toe with death and kept my Daddy here with me.