Do something! We need to do CPR!” I’m frantically trying to position my husband so we can help him. Kaden pulls me into his lap. “Stop, April. He’s gone. He’s gone.” Kaden begins to rock us back and forth as I meekly fight him. Both of us cry like inconsolable children. We sit with David for a long time. Each of us reach out from time to time to touch him. His body grows cold fast… so fast. “I’m going to call Teresa,” he tells me as he gently pushes me off his lap to pull his phone out of his back pocket. She answers on the first ring. “He’s gone,” is all Kaden can get out. A few minutes later
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