I Miss Being Suffocated in My Sleep

Remembering my gentle giant

Author’s photo: My sweet boy, Wyatt

The first time I almost suffocated, I woke up certain I was about to meet my maker. I was gasping, my heart was racing, where had all the oxygen gone?!

But as I jolted upright, the anvil lifted off my chest and the glorious feeling of my expanding lungs chased away the Grim Reaper. It didn’t take more than a second with my freshly…