Finally a faint pulse was detected and they quickly removed him from the house and took him to Lutheran Hospital. They wouldn't let me drive so my wonderful next door neighbors took me to the hospital, but first I had to call his daughters so they could get to the hospital too. All the way to the hospital my friend and neighbor prayed. Prayers of help, hope and guidance were quickly sent heavenward. As we traveled down Wadsworth I suddenly knew he was gone, I could feel he was no longer here, of course I prayed that I was wrong and that it was only my fear of loosing him that I was sensing.
I felt as though I was watching one of those medical shows on TV, where when a Chaplain meets you at the door to the emergency ward so you know it's not good news.
To be continued.