My stepdad, Henry, had always been the kind of man who seemed almost impossible to break. He was patient, steady, and quietly kind. He wasn’t the loudest person in a room, but whenever something went wrong, he was the person everyone turned to.
To me, he wasn’t simply my stepfather.
He was Dad.
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That night, I was sitting with him in the living room when everything happened.
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One moment, we were talking.
The next, Henry suddenly grabbed his chest.
His face went pale, then gray.
His breathing became shallow.
“Henry?”
He tried to answer, but barely managed to speak.
I didn’t stop to think.
I grabbed my keys, called 911, and helped him get to the hospital as quickly as I could.
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At the hospital,
