I opened my eyes to see two faces before me. Each had a deadly empty stare — unable to fully comprehend the happening, while earnestly pulling for the one life of the marriage left — the life of their son. It was 2 A.M. My folks had made it down to Tifton under the care of Irwin, and I was reviving from the lengthy and complicated surgery. Once I saw those faces, I felt secure — my folks were with me and would help me. I spent all of my energy in just watching them, and being unable to move, speak, or even keep awake, dropped asleep, not to hear their voices until morning.