I stood there, shocked, my eyes wide. Dad. Dad is dead? How can this be? He was full of life, walking me down the aisle just two days ago. He was dancing, happy. He got everything back on track. He was happy.
Was.
He was.
The yell that left my lips didn't feel like mine. It felt like the anticipation of sadness and grief that had been inside of me waiting for the day that grief would strike had morphed into someone else. Into something else.
Cause I alone could never take this pain. I alone could never feel this grief. I turned away from the doctor, and lightly, my feet conveyed me to the stretcher that was still carrying my father.
My body trembled as I felt on him, my hands wrapping around him. He was all bloody, the blood getting all over me. But I didn't care. I couldn't bring mys
