"GOD, my Dad and I on 09.16.2000..."

"On SEPTEMBER 16th, 2000 at 6:07am, I was AWAKEN from my SLEEP out of a DREAM. I was DREAMING my Dad (WILLIAM ISAIAH DAVIS) was calling MY name in my sleep. I was in the OTHER room TALKING in my SLEEP to my Dad through the walls! I WOKE up after hearing my Dad talking in his sleep! I STARTED to LAUGH, and said to my Dad; "Pa-Pa, WOULD you LIKE a CUP of COFFEE? HE started to ANSWER, and all of SUDDEN he stopped with his RESPONSE." I said AGAIN to my Dad; "Pa-Pa, YOU want your COFFEE the same, 2 teaspoons of sugar, BLACK?" He still didn't answer; "So I say AGAIN; "Pa-Pa, Pa-Pa." He didn't ANSWER me. So I walked into his ROOM, (2707 POPLAR Avenue in Northwoods Projects, Huntsville, Alabama), and my Dad was SWINGING with ONE hand, and HOLDING onto the head board with the OTHER hand! I walked OVER to him, and PUT my HAND on his SHOULDER and said; "Pa-Pa, WAKE UP; I said; "You are DREAMING, then all of a SUDDEN; "I FELT water HITTING my legs, I heard WATER hitting the FLOOR! I looked into my Dad' EYES, and I saw this IMMENSE pain. I HEARD this NOISE as THOUGH he was EATING some hard CANDY! He fell TOWARDS me, and I caught him! He had LOST so much weight from the previous heart attacks" he had SUFFERED over the last FEWS months, but he was SO HEAVY as I struggled to get him on the bed to perform CRP! I STRETCHED him OUT on the BED, as I watched his CHEST, rise and FALL! I IMMEDIATELY dialed 911. I saw WATER which I felt and SAW leaving every OPENING on his BODY, urine and BODILY fluids! I called My Mom (she was a CNA, and a NURSE for years), I said; "Mom, Pa-Pa has HAD a SEIZURE or a STROKE or something; "What do I do? She said; "PUT a SPOON in his MOUTH, and if He BITES down, WE GOT a CHANCE!" I ran into the KITCHEN and GRABBED a SPOON and RAN back as FAST as I could and I put it in HIS mouth; "NOTHING HAPPENED!" I looked into my DAD' EYES, and he stared BACK at me, BLANKLY. I saw a WHITE light GO in CIRCLE inside his EYES, and GO down into his EYES! I listened as the AMBULANCE siren got CLOSER and CLOSER to US! I heard the WIND stop BLOWING, the BIRDS stopped singing! I HEARD the FRONT door OPEN, (I opened it EARLIER, when I retrieved the SPOON from the kitchen), it was the PARAMEDICS coming in. I watched as they TRIED to REVIVE my Pa-Pa. I WATCHED as they TRIED to RESUSCITATE my Dad. They can't RESTART his HEART, as he had already passed and I said to them! Stop, but they were WORKING so FAST! Then the DECISION is made from one of the PARAMEDICS, we have to GET him to the HOSPITAL. They immediately "put my Dad on the GURNEY" for TRANSPORT to Huntsville Hospital. I asked the PARAMEDIC who seemed to be the LEADER if I could ride with them; "He said; Of COURSE, but RIDE up in the FRONT! We have to WORK on your Dad! We have to TRY to SAVE his LIFE! I couldn't STAND to WATCH them PERFORM C.P.R on him. His LIFELESS body LAYING there! His STOMACH going UP and DOWN with every COMPRESSION on his chest! So I just LOOKED forward as WE headed DOWN South Parkway, exiting on GOVERNORS DRIVE. As we MADE the turn (LEFT), I asked the DRIVER of the AMBULANCE; "Before YOU all arrived and as I walked into the ROOM, my Dad was STANDING at the head of the bed, and he was making a noise as though he was eating hard candy and then he COLLAPSED! As I tried to find his CHEST wall separation to CONDUCT C.P.R, (I couldn't), as I HELD him, my Dad MADE this crunching NOISE as again, as THOUGH he was EATING some "HARD CANDY". The PARAMEDIC looked me in MY eyes, and said; "Son, that is what we call a DEATH rattle. Those were his LAST breaths YOU heard! We got to the hospital and waited around in the waiting room for the family! The doctor comes out and starts talking about his bio and his team of cardiologist! I already knew he was gone, it had to be official via the doctor! My Dad was pronounced dead at 8:03am at the CCU at Huntsville Hospital, but he died in my arms at 6:12am. The heart attack started at 6:07am, and he looked in my eyes at 6:12am and all LIFE ceased in him. So PLEASE PRAY for me, because MY HEART is heavy. Pa-Pa died at 6:12am, SEPT. 16th, 2000. He died SAVED! He died in MY ARMS! But my Pa-Pa also DIED knowing I also had CHANGED and was preaching the GOSPEL. I left for CHICAGO a month LATER, 10.14.16, and been HERE since! I am STILL here, KEPT by the POWER of GOD later. I am still GOING forward. I love you, and see your eyes everyday, my own. Rest in HEAVEN, Amen... T. Davis

 Mr. William Isaiah Davis: 09.18.1936 - 09.16.2000

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