Footsteps of my father: NWH reporter takes personal journey to Haiti
Two sentences elicited a response from my father, Doug McDougall, as he lay on a hospital bed.
My family had gathered, each waiting for a turn to say our private goodbyes. No one was quite ready to let him go.
Doctors and nurses said he could hear us, but he offered no verbal response.
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