By Shewanda Riley Over 35 years ago, my father died and became one of walking dead. What I mean by this is that he died but was brought back to life. I was in my college dorm room when I got the call from my younger sister that something had happened to my Daddy. She was crying uncontrollably, and I could barely make out what she was saying. The only thing I could understand between her sobs was “Daddy had died but was on his way to the hospital.” I immediately hung up the phone, grabbed the keys to my
