Hi my name is Jon and I'm new to this forum. A few months back I found my dad dead in bed one morning. His face was covered with blood and he was cold to the touch. I remember opening the garage door and calling the ambulance and screaming at the poor lady on the other side. It was too late. I knew it was too late. But I tried chest compressions per the dispatchers instructions. Every night and in the small quiets of the day I flashback to that moment, it replays in my head whenever it's empty. I don't really know what I'm supposed to be looking for here. My mom said I should join a group but I don't really know what I'm supposed to be looking for. Thanks for reading.