April 4, 1984, 11:00 am. We are all together in the witness room, where it’s going to happen soon. I'm sitting alone in the back of the room. The press, the family to the victims and some guards are all in front of me. I look over at the clock on the wall behind the electric chair. It's 11:25 am. The door is opening, and 3 guards are entering the electric chair room. Two other people in white are entering as well. They are heading to the chair. After 3 minutes, they look over at the guards, nod and walk out again.
And there he comes. My dad. In handcuffs from head to toe. It hurts seeing him like that. I have always seen him as my beloved dad. Our family dad. I can see his looking for me. We get eye contact. He smiles at me. I smile back. His eyes continue over the crowds. And then I know who he is looking for. I make eye contact again and shake my head sadly. Mom isn’t here. She wouldn't come and she wouldn't have me here either. But I can see on his face that it wasn't a surprise for him.
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