felt my father’s heartbeat and his shallow, calm breathing as I lay on the Mexican tile floor beside him, cradling his head and protecting him. Moments before, we were conversing at the end of supper, enjoying the leftover lamb from the previous day’s Easter celebration. Then, something was terribly wrong, as my Father was unable […]

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