Papa

On September 12, 2014, I lost my Dad. My Mom called at 558 and said your Dad thinks he is having a heart attack. I asked if he was short of breath or in pain and she said no so I said just take him in. She said Ok. She called back at 605 and said Dad says it is letting up, talk to him. So I did. I asked him if he was short of breath and he said no. I asked if he was in pain and he said no. He said he had pain at the bottom of his throat, his arm and his chest. I said well then go get checked out. He said Ok. I text my Mom at 609 and asked if she had given him an antacid. She called back and said no we are on our way. I said where? She said the light at Walgreens. I then heard my Dad make a funny sound. I told my Mom to call 911. I ran to my car and called my CN at 611. I drove down 1200 E 90 miles an hour and probably pulled my Dad from the Jeep at 612. I started CPR but was never able to regain a pulse. They transported him to AF by ambulance. They called the code at 709. Words cannot express how this feels. It is one of the most painful things I have ever exprienced. I have so much sadness. So many questions. So many regrets. I am not only mourning the loss of my father but the loss of my family. I love you Dad!