My beloved dad, an incredible teacher and professor, was gunned down in a flurry of bullets. The perpetrator was under mental and physical health care. My mom, a critical care nurse, saw the whole thing. She ran over to Dad and tried to save his life, even though there was no possibility. When I arrived at the ER, they said he was in a room. A nurse, with no prefacing, came out and said, “He is gone.” Helping my mom with her belongings, I ended up covered in my own dad’s blood.