they didn’t just let it happen… they planned it…

to the backboard weighed practically nothing. His skin was translucent, stretched tight over a skeletal frame. His hair was long, matted, and snow-white. He looked like a casualty of a forgotten war.

But as the paramedics hoisted him up, his head lolled to the side. His sunken, clouded eyes found mine.

I grabbed the metal railing of the stretcher. “Dad?continue reading …