to feel alone. I looked to my right and standing beside me,
holding me as if I was being born again was my father.
Looking at me with a whole new sense of gratitude and love
he embraced me. He cried into my shoulder and in that
moment I knew everything was going to be okay. My father
was the one person I could trust my life with. The last thing I
remember before drifting back into my blood induced coma was
him whispering to me how proud he was to have me as his
oldest son.