Hey Brad.
My first impression: For all the minute detail, the narration felt essentially blind. Naturally, first person narrative can tend that way, to say the least. But there must be room to breathe, for the reader to step back and absorb the scene in any story, and in this, with the hark-back-to-then tone coupled with exhaustive detail covering both past and (seemingly) present, one begins to feel choked.
It's rather sentimental - you're right, not my first choice in fiction. But do I think something like it can be pulled-off, one way or another?
Well, yes. Merely a switch up of pace and sentence structure would lighten it, give breathing room. (You'll notice, doubtless, that your paragraphs are uniformly the same length, nearly to a one.) You end up with a monologue rather than a narrative.
How much inner dialogue, discussion of God, past and Chris's brilliance are needed to move the story? How much, as it is, drag?
You have a deft eye for detail. You've put emotional impetus into this; the conflict - hinted at in the narrator's sense of himself and then Chris's illness - is there. I'm afraid the narrator will drown it in its first voyage into words if he isn't trimmed down on inner-monologuing. (Detail, I'm sure you know, can be adjectival.)
Anyhow, that is my first impression on three hours sleep. My apologies for the week it took to get it to you.
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