In the summer of 2007, I was living in Chicago, Illinois.
I was studying at the University of Chicago, where I had been a visiting professor.
As part of my research, I had the chance to see the world through the eyes of a man who was dying of a brain tumor, a life that had been punctuated by some of the most tragic events in my life.
I had traveled to Chicago to visit my father, a former police officer who had been killed by a drug dealer in 1996.
In the early morning hours of August 20, 2007, my father was found lying on the floor of his Chicago home with a metal knife lying next to his head.
The knife had been plunged into his skull.
I immediately went to the hospital.
My father had died at age 50, one of the hardest, most painful things I had ever experienced in my whole life.
In the weeks that followed, I spent time with my family, my husband and my father’s friends, many of whom had experienced the attack.
We all prayed and hoped for answers.
We also wondered how my father could have possibly survived such a horrific attack.
The only thing that I was certain of was that my father had been attacked by a stranger.
The night after my father died, I saw a video that I remember vividly.
The video was shot on a cell phone that I carried with me in my car, the only thing I could remember.
The camera showed a man standing over my father.
His face was obscured by a mask.
The man’s mouth was wide open.
His hands were tied behind his back.
His eyes were closed.
His clothes were soaked with blood.
My brother and I watched in horror.
I didn’t understand what he was doing to my father and I didn´t understand why he would do such a thing.
I could barely breathe.
I felt as if I had just been punched in the face.
I also could not understand why the man would kill my father in cold blood.
After seeing the video, I immediately thought about what my father would have been like if he had not been able to escape death.
He would have died, right?
That would have be the conclusion I reached.
I thought about the many people that I knew in Chicago who died at the hands of the drug trade.
The streets were full of people who had no idea what they were in for.
They would get caught up in the violence and drugs and would end up in prison.
I would be the one to tell them, “Look, this is what life is like in Chicago.”
I also thought about all of the friends and family who were killed and left behind.
Many of them had never seen the inside of the house.
I wondered how I would react if I ever saw my father again.
In my mind, I knew I would not be able to survive.
My mother, who is also an attorney, was the first person I called.
My first response was, “I can’t believe you said that.”
The phone rang.
It was my mother.
I told her that I had not seen my father for a long time.
I explained that I thought that he was alive, but I didn`t know for sure.
I did not want to leave him alone.
She told me that she had never met him.
I said, “It seems like he is just sitting there, like he has a nice, peaceful life.”
I told my mother that I would tell him when I saw him, that I believed that he would live a long and happy life.
She said that she would be glad to meet him and would be ready to help.
I called my brother and told him that I loved him and that I wanted to tell him the truth.
I knew that I could not leave him behind and that he needed me.
He said, `Mom, we`re so sorry for what happened to you.
I want you to understand that you are my life and my family.
We are so sorry that you were lost.
I hope that when we meet again, you will understand that we are just doing what we love to do, which is to help people and to love them.
We need to do everything in our power to find him and we hope that we will be able do it someday.’
During the next few days, I continued to search for my father as well as my brother.
As I did so, I realized that there was one thing that was certain: I had to tell my father everything that had happened.
He had to be able know that I understood and that my family was sorry for everything that happened to him.
He also needed to know that he did not need to be alone.
He needed to see me.
After I hung up the phone, I went to my room and went to sleep.
In a dream, I remembered a man and a woman standing in a room that had a table covered with food