It was year ago today that Barney Inada died. The guilt and regret Barney's death still haunts me. I did so many things wrong that night. His death was avoidable if we responded when he first complained of pain.
I can still see his face when he collapsed grabbing his chest, the pain he endured must have
been excruciating. I started CPR, but I was doing it poorly.
I knew he was gone.
If there's a God or diety or some kind of Higher Power I am still angry that such a nice, sweet guy like Barney should die such a painful death.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of Barney and reflect on his life and agonize over his death.
I can still see his face when he collapsed grabbing his chest, the pain he endured must have
been excruciating. I started CPR, but I was doing it poorly.
I knew he was gone.
If there's a God or diety or some kind of Higher Power I am still angry that such a nice, sweet guy like Barney should die such a painful death.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think of Barney and reflect on his life and agonize over his death.
