Sense Sonnet - Acher

Intent

I needed a new kidney, fast.
But, because of a rare blood type,
Almost all transplants would not last.
But, I had no reason to gripe.
Dad was compatible and gave
Me one of his and well it went.
But, then the doctors could not save
It after a car accident.
The ER doctors, at Dad's plea,
Said in good conscience they could not
Use his other kidney for me.
Dad went into the parking lot.

"Save her," were the last words Dad said,
Then shot a bullet through his head.