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Yeah. So mom wakes up at like 4:30 in the morning to my dad making noise and twitching. She tries to wake him up, cuz he has a history of breathing problems, but she has no luck, so she calls 911. They tell her to move him from the bed to the floor to start performing cpr, but my dads a big man and my moms little, so mom can't lift him. She goes and wakes me up since im the oldest and could help.

I wake up to my mom in tears saying she needs my help. She drags my half-asleep-ass to their room. As soon as i saw my dad, 2 and 2 came together and i went into emergency mode. She put 911 on speaker and the told us to move him to the floor to perform cpr. Unfortunately we still had trouble so she went to get the second eldest. After she left the guy on 911 told me to try another tactic moving him to the floor, and it worked

He tells me to start performimg cpr. He tells me the beat to do it to, and ask me ro count it out loud. I forget to count out loud a couple times because im trying to focus, but i keep going, all while he gives us updates on the location of the ambulance.
Finally they arrive, but i keep going until they release me, as highschool first aid taught me. They-the paramedics-took over from there.

We got out of their way, and sat in the living room,contacting family nearby to head down here(we were gonna need support either way) and waited for some news. About halfway through a cop arrived and gathered basic info on my father. Eventually a paramedic came in. They said they had no luck restartimg his heart, but the doctor on line wanted to wait until they got him tp the hospital to call him. She said they didmt want to give ua false hope since the were moving him. We got together our things, woke up my last brother, and followed them to the hospital. I drove, since mom was in no state to drive.

We got there, was directed to a special waiting room,and again sat in silence waiting for more news. A nurse came in and asked mom if shed like us boys in the room when the doctor gave the news. Bad sign. She said no, so a nurse escorted us out to the nursing station to wait. Later she escorted us back, to our mom in even worse state. He didnt make it.

Lots of crying and hugging. We had to wait , because there were a lot of procedures the hospital goes through when someone dies. I took us boys back homrle. Since mom had to stay for said procederes, one of which included waiting for grandma to find out the specifics about how his faith treated death. More waiting, more family arriving, more hugging and crying. The house slowly filled with people, but as cheesy as it sounds, the house still felt empty. The whole day just felt empty. Often i just wandered around wondering what to do. Im still doing that.

Sad part was, looking back, dad was gone before i even started working on him. The way he moved when i got him to the floor, when i did compressions. Just didnt feel alive. I think i was in disbelief at the time, just didnt want to accept it, but the it felt eerie the whole time. I dont know, just wanted to talk about it. Dont care what you do, i needed to just put this somewhere. I have a history of bottling things up, thought this might release some of the pressure. Thanks for reading

Tl;dr dad died of heart attack