***James***
The voices around the room have all bled into one. It is nondescript noise that does not register as actual words to me as I stare at the wall opposite me in the reception room.
I keep replaying it in my mind's eye; my father's grey eyes, fixed in position, the light and personality of him gone...within the blink of an eye.
The past hour had felt like several hours had gone by in a slow, painful blur.
I had never shouted as loud in my life, and had never felt as powerless and alone as I had as I sat there on the floor of my father's study, cradling his upper body on my lap with his head nestled in the crook of my left elbow.
I did not need the doctor who arrived with the paramedics a mere five minutes later to tell me that he had not simply passed out while hugging me; tha
