This is going to be a long one so if I told you the story in person move along nothing to read here…
Liza had not been able to get a hold of her dad all day that Tuesday and around seven forty five in the evening I was dispatched to make sure everything was OK. The entire drive down I was working on my speech about just answering the phone and saying you didn’t want to talk so I wouldn’t have to make these trips. I am almost ashamed to admit it now but I was pissed. As I pulled in I was put at ease by the lights and the driveway had just been shoveled that day by his neighbor.
I went to ring the doorbell and I saw him lying on the ground in the entry way through the window next to the door. I started to panic because when I rang the bell and pounded on the door yelling his name. My father-in-law didn’t move from what I could see outside. I fumbled with the keys yelling his name and it seemed like it took forever to open both locks. Then the door stuck or at least that’s what I thought at the time.
I tried gentle persuasion but I was in the midst of a panic so I put my shoulder into the door and broke it where he had locked some type of security hasp I didn’t know was there. I was yelling his name and trying to feel for a pulse but when I tried to lift him off of the table he was partially lying on so I could turn him over the table moved with his body. That’s when I started to freak out. After a few seconds of panic I called 911 and told them that he was dead.
They had me try again for a pulse while they rolled an ambulance my way but it was no use. I noticed the blood and other fluids at that point and m panic deepened. I had no idea how to tell Liza so I just called and said it right away. She was crying and I had to hang up because the paramedics and the sheriffs showed up. I started answering questions and the phone kept ringing. Liza could barely talk which raised my alert level to red plus.
I’m going to break this up into segments… easier for all of us to digest.